Lu Zhanxing touched his nose and said awkwardly, "Who told you to grab a knife with blood on it in the middle of the night? You can't blame me for the misunderstanding."
"And now you're playing the victim first."
"Alright, alright, since you're so frail, you're right. My bad."
Lu Shiran was the second youngest in the Lu Family. Although Lu Zhanxing occasionally liked to tease him, he truly cared for him.
After all, they had the kind of relationship where he had changed Shiran's diapers and bathed him as a child.
Now that he saw him regaining his spirits a bit, he felt much more relieved.
"Since there's nothing wrong, everyone disperse. Shiran, go change your clothes and treat your wound."
The old master's gaze fell on Lu Shiran's finger.
It was just a small cut, but it bled a lot; it wasn't too serious.
However, thanks to this misunderstanding, the dark cloud hanging over the Lu Family had dissipated quite a bit, and everyone's mood was somewhat lifted.
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