"So what?"
As Mu Yazhe spoke, he spotted a scratch on her arm in his periphery. His eyes darkened instantly as he grabbed her hand and brought it close to his eyes for inspection.
He looked at her. "What happened?"
Her upper limbs bore many scratches. Although they were shallow, her skin was torn. They were obviously left behind by someone's nails!
His forehead creased at the sight. "What on earth happened to you?! How did you hurt your hands?!"
"I was scratched."
"Of course, I could tell that much!" His voice turned a little frantic. "Who scratched you?"
"Those people did it! The police said that they're a gang of fraudsters. When we got into an argument at the hospital, they wouldn't let me go, so in our tussle, I got scratched."
His eyes instantly turned icy and his face swiftly darkened.
Yun Shishi immediately dismissively said, "It's only some minor scratches—nothing to worry about!"
