Lu Zhao nodded.
Luo Ying struggled out of his arms. "Please, let's leave this place. I'll take you to the bedroom to get your hand looked at. Those are deep cuts, they may get infected."
Lu Zhao nodded.
He was like an obedient little wolf in front of his master. He allowed Luo Ying to lead him into the bedroom.
Luo Ying took out the first aid kit from the cabinet and pulled Lu Zhao's hand to hers.
Lu Zhao looked at Luo Ying, his eyes burning.
Luo Ying pulled Lu Zhao's hand over and pressed the alcohol-soaked cotton on his hand a few times.
Lu Zhao endured the pain and frowned.
"Tell me the truth. Did you use your hand to grab the glass?" Luo Ying looked at the wound on Lu Zhao's hand. It did not look like a simple accident. This could only have been the result if he had grabbed the shards with force.
Lu Zhao lowered his head and didn't look into Luo Ying's eyes.
