The Butler's words instantly made everyone turn their attention to the back of Liang Jingchuan's hand. Sure enough, there was a wound on the back of his left hand. The blood on the wound had dried up, but the wound could still be seen clearly.
Liang Jingchuan lifted the back of his hand and glanced at it. "It's just a small injury."
"You're already so old, yet you're still fighting. How embarrassing. " Liang chaochao sneered.
"Why would he care about the Liang family's face? ever since he returned to the Liang family, our face has never been shown." Liang Yongmei said.
"That's enough. Cheng, call the doctor over. " Old master Liang shouted coldly.
"Yes," the Butler replied. He immediately went to the side to make a call.
When Liang chaochao and the rest heard this, their faces turned ugly.
Just because Liang Jingchuan was injured, everything that had happened before was written off?
