"Ahem… ahem… it's true that I took ten bottles, but I didn't drink that much," Huo Mian immediately explained.
"Okay then, let's not talk about that right now. Tell me, were you injured?"
"No."
"Really?" Qin Chu didn't believe her.
"Really, I smashed that scumbag's head with an ashtray, but nothing happened to me," Huo Mian promised.
Qin Chu didn't say anything. He held up Huo Mian's right hand and asked, "Then where did this blood come from?"
She then remembered that when the ashtray smashed into pieces on the scumbag's head, the broken glass shards injured her palm.
She didn't even realize that she was injured until she got to the station, how did Qin Chu find out?
She thought she was careful to hold her hand in a fist…
"Honey, it's just a small cut, haha." Huo Mian looked down guiltily. After she finished her sentence, she secretly glanced up at Qin Chu.
She noticed how Qin Chu's expression became colder and colder…
