The girls' dormitory became much quieter without Zhao Yanyan.

Shang Xiaorong said with satisfaction, "Serves him right! People like this should be taken to the police station and given a good lesson!"

When Zhang Wanfang looked up, she found Jiang Wanpeng still standing at the door, holding a bowl of steaming soup in his hand, looking somewhat uneasy.

"Comrade Jiang, it's alright, please come in!"

Jiang Wanpeng then cautiously stepped into the girls' dormitory room.

"Hey, Comrade Zhang, this is pork skin soup that my grandma made. You should drink it while it's hot!"

The aroma of the hot soup was enticing. Zhang Wanfang sniffed it and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why do we need to drink pork skin soup?"

Jiang Wanpeng explained in a serious tone, "Didn't you get burned and lose a layer of skin? My grandma says you should eat what you need to recover. Drink more pig skin soup so the skin on your arm will heal faster!"

Shang Xiaorong giggled: "Hahaha, Fangfang really drank the pig skin soup, will she grow a layer of pig skin?"

Jiang Wanpeng was surprised by Shang Xiaorong's unusual way of thinking and didn't know how to answer for a moment. He scratched his head and looked at Zhang Wanfang with difficulty.

Zhang Wanfang's face flushed slightly under his gaze, and she glared at Shang Xiaorong, saying:

"What nonsense are you talking about! You ate several ribs tonight, but I haven't seen you gain any weight!"

She wanted to use her uninjured right hand to take the bowl of pork skin soup, but Jiang Wanpeng thoughtfully said:

"Comrade Zhang, your hands are not in good condition, let me hold it for you, just drink it like this!"

As he spoke, he brought the bowl to Zhang Wanfang's lips.

Jiang Wanpeng's dark, handsome face suddenly loomed large in front of Zhang Wanfang, and her heart skipped a beat, her face turning completely red.