Su Xiaoxiao carefully checked his right hand.
There was indeed a bruise on his wrist. It was caused by the Old Marquis.
The Old Marquis's heart ached to death, but he did not dare to show it on his face. He continued to scold him fiercely.
Other than the bruise, there was no discomfort in his wrist.
"Doesn't such high-intensity training hurt anymore?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," Su Cheng said.
He was just showing off the bruises to his daughter. He didn't really mean to worry her.
Su Cheng looked toward the grassland. "Eh? Where's my son-in-law, Dahu, Erhu, and Xiaohu? They didn't come with you?"
Su Xiaoxiao said, "No, Wei Ting brought them to class."
Su Xiaoxiao had originally planned to bring the three little fellows over. Just as she arrived at the entrance of the Lingyun family, she bumped into Yuchi Xiu.
