After being reminded by her third brother, Su Qing finally raised her hand to take a look, as if she had just realized that the wound had been bleeding.
Kong Yue looked at her precious daughter's fingertips that were already covered in blood. The thick band-aid was already soaked in bright red blood. When Su Qing raised her hand, the blood actually slid down her finger and into her palm.
Kong Yue was shocked. She walked forward and quickly reached out to hold Su Qing's wrist gently. She took out a handkerchief and pressed it on Su Qing's hand as she said anxiously, "Why is it still bleeding? I saw it just now. Although the wound is a bit deep, it shouldn't still be bleeding after so long!"
As Kong Yue spoke, she looked up at Su Qing, who had a calm and indifferent expression. She pursed her lips and said, "Child! Your wound has been bleeding. Don't you know how painful it is? If your third brother hadn't seen it, you wouldn't have reacted, would you?"
