Seeing that Song Qingyou was fine, Chen Lan heaved a sigh of relief and nagged endlessly.
Song Qingyou responded with a few grunts and then opened the cat carrier herself.
The cat inside jumped up.
"Eh-"
Chen Lan couldn't react in time and was about to stop it when she saw Zhizhi land steadily in Song Qingyou's hand.
"You scared me to death. I thought Zhizhi was going to pounce on your face!"
Chen Lan's voice stopped abruptly, her eyes falling on the bruise on Song Qingyou's forehead.
"That's right. Your face... your forehead is injured. Why didn't you apply medicine? Let me see if you're bleeding. Don't let it leave a scar…"
It wasn't just her. Even Zhizhi, who was in her arms, turned around and stared at Song Qingyou's forehead.
In the end, he couldn't help but reach out his claws, as if he wanted to touch her wounds.
"Meow-"
Song Qingyou felt like Zhizhi was asking if she was in pain.
