"Woo woo ..." Qin Yu walked over and sat on the bed. She raised her head to the ceiling and began to cry. "I am dead for sure!"
Liang Jiahao sat up and pulled Qin Yu into his arms, smiling. "It's okay, I told them that we talked until late last night."
"What are you talking about?" Qin Yu kicked his leg and cried. "Who would believe your words!"
"How can mom and dad not believe it?" Liang Jiahao raised his right arm. "My arm is already like this, what else do they think I will do to you?"
Qin Yu immediately stopped crying. When she saw Liang Jiahao's serious expression, she felt that what he said made a lot of sense.
If her parents had misunderstood, they would have dragged her out of bed and beaten her up.
Qin Yu held Liang Jiahao's arm and looked at the wound. When she saw that nothing had happened, she relaxed and casually asked, "Did my parents say anything before they left?"
