Rong'rong was at one side watching Madam Fu and Lin Shiyu clasp their hands together. There was a malicious glint in her beautiful, innocent eyes. Her hand bent, and the fruit knife promptly inflicted a wound on her hand.
Hiss.
Rong'rong moaned in pain.
"Ah, Rong'rong, what's the matter with you?" Madam Fu hurriedly released Lin Shiyu's hands and pressed on Rong'rong's wound. "Rong'rong, how could you be so careless? You're bleeding so much. Somebody, quick! Get the first aid box."
The servant swiftly brought over the first aid box. Madam Fu frantically bandaged Rong'rong's wound.
"Mom, I'm alright, I'm not in any pain." Rong'rong looked at Madam Fu obediently. Even though she said that it was not painful, her eyes were brimming with tears, and she looked very much in pain.
Madam Fu was heartbroken.
