It wasn't a glorious thing to be beaten by Jing Zhi. Besides, if she said that she had fought with Jing Zhi, she would have to explain the reason.
Zheng Jing didn't want to talk about the affair between Zheng yuluo and Jing Zhi, nor did he want to tell her that he had seen his daughter sitting on Jing Zhi's lap and kissing him, and then he had gone to Jing Zhi to get even with him.
Zheng Jing didn't want to tell him, but let Mu Qing treat his wound.
Mu Qing couldn't get an answer. He was so anxious that he wanted to pry open Zheng Jing's head.
Zheng Jing's injury was neither too serious nor too light. At least he had a slight fracture in his arm and could not drive.
Mu Qing had to drive the father and daughter home.
When she got home, Zheng Lun was shocked and felt sorry for her husband. She almost passed out when she saw her husband wrapped up like a dumpling.
She was only slightly relieved when Mu Qing assured her that Zheng Jing was fine.
