Just when they were about to have dinner, Sizhe rushed over with Yuanyuan, "Who got hurt again? Why does it seem like someone's always injuring their hand these days?"
Meng Ran raised his hand somewhat sheepishly.
"Why is it you again? It doesn't seem like it's been that long since the last time."
"Yeah! It's me again!" Meng Ran said with a bit of embarrassment.
"Sorry! I have to trouble you once more!" Molly spoke up from the side.
"It's not a bother, but you always getting hurt isn't really a good thing, is it?" Sizhe looked over Meng Ran's injury and concluded, "It looks scary. But luckily, it's just superficial wounds and nothing serious."
Soon, Sizhe had dressed Meng Ran's wound.
"Xinjie, let's sit down and eat too! Because of a phone call from Uncle Chu, neither of us got to have dinner. It's only right for him to treat us to dinner!" Sizhe unceremoniously took the nearest chair and started eating.
