Immediately, bright red blood flowed down ye Wenwen's arm.
Ye Wenwen looked at ye qingge with wide eyes and then at her mother in a panic.
"Mom, I hurt myself, not sister ..."
"What? It was that woman who hurt Wen Wen ..."
that's right. It's such an obvious move. Wenwen is too kind. She's actually speaking up for that woman!
"Don't talk nonsense. My sister would not hurt me. I hurt myself!" Ye Wenwen shouted at the guests who were talking, her face red with anger.
Ye qingge was already panicking from the wound on ye Wenwen's arm, because ye Wenwen's skin was particularly unwilling to heal.
When she was young, she had once cut her leg with glass. It was just a small wound, but she had a fever again and again. It took her half a month to recover.
She was really worried about how long it would take to heal such a long wound.
She shouldn't have dodged her just now, and she wouldn't have been hurt like this.
