The running water from the tap washed away the red juice on his fingers, revealing a clear wound. The blood on the wound was washed away by the water, but soon new blood oozed out.
"The medicine box is here!"
A servant ran over hurriedly with a medicine box.
"You're so careless even when cutting fruit." The cold voice reproached her, but when the first aid kit was delivered, he quickly took out hemostatic and cotton to treat her wound.
Han qiqing looked on in a daze, her little face aggrieved.
The cook at the side explained worriedly, " young master, don't blame miss. Miss wanted to cut the fruits for you to eat. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let miss do it. Blame me, blame me. &Quot;
There were also servants who apologized and said, " young master, it's my fault. I didn't look after miss. You can blame me. &Quot;
Frightened by young master's expression, the Han family's servants were afraid that he would scold han qiqing.
