Separated by a door, the person inside became instantly alert when they heard the knock.
Del asked in a cold voice, "Who is it?"
"Mu Chen, it's Shanshan."
The crisp sound of a child's voice came through the door, and Mu Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, changed his expression. He quickly stood up, and his clothes slid to the carpet.
How could Shanshan know he was here?
He bent down to pick up his clothes, and in that moment, a nearly healed lash scar on his back was exposed under the light, a shocking sight.
It was hard to imagine how much pain that lash must have caused when it struck, especially on such a small child.
"Young master, your wound hasn't been treated with medicine yet," Del said urgently, watching him hurriedly get dressed.
"Quickly put it away, I don't want her to see these," Mu Chen said emotionlessly as he put on his clothes and straightened his collar.
Del sighed, swiftly collected the ointments from the table, and put them in the drawer.
