Li Hongyu screamed in shock. She walked forward, pulled Zhao Youxi over, and nervously asked, "What did you say? She nearly killed you?"
Zhao Youxi firmly nodded. She reached out to point at the wound that was scratched by the sharp edge of the hairpin on her neck and showed it to Li Hongyu. She loudly complained, "She even threatened to scratch my face and make me unable to appear in front of anyone."
"Oh my goodness!" Li Hongyu was shocked by the wound on Zhao Youxi's neck.
She usually pampered her children very much, and she would not let them get injured at all. When she saw that Zhao Youxi was injured at this time, her usual elegance had completely faded away.
"Where's the first-aid box? Where is it? I remember there's a first-aid box in your room."
