Oh, damn.
Qiao Yiyi cursed silently. She quickly looked down, trying to remain expressionless, even though the pain in her shoulder was quite unbearable.
She stole a quick glance at her own shoulder. Fortunately, she was dressed in red today and, even if the blood were to seep through, it would just look like a patch of a different shade. If one wasn't paying attention, it would be hard to tell it was a blood stain.
She clenched her jaw tightly.
It was summer now and, on top of that, she had only managed to tend to her wound after some delay. Together with Lu Nanze's unprofessional stitching skills, the pain she was feeling from the gaping wound now was so intense she could not speak.
She kept her head down and fell silent.
When Qiao Gang saw Lu Nanze, he immediately withdrew his hand. Smiling sheepishly, he exclaimed, "Mr. Lu, you're home!"
Lu Nanze nodded.
