Mu Jian's arm was covered in scars.
The fine scars were as dense as a spider web, making it almost impossible to see any intact skin.
Even though Jiang Ning was mentally prepared, she still flinched at the sight.
She reached out to pull Mu Jian's collar.
As expected, the areas hidden by his clothes were torn and bruised.
"Cover it up," Jiang Yi said, fearing that his sister would be disgusted by the gore. He pulled up Mu Jian's clothes.
Jiang Ning asked, "Are these just superficial wounds?"
"Does Seventh Sister think his injuries aren't serious?"
"I just think that merely superficial wounds wouldn't be enough to make Mu Jian talk."
"Heh," Jiang Yi laughed, "How could there be only superficial wounds when Sister Fu herself was holding the knife?"
"Sister Fu?"
Jiang Ning was startled.
Was it really that quiet, submissive, and clean woman she had just met?
Jiang Yi seemed to see her thoughts and laughed, "Don't underestimate Sister Fu; she is not an ordinary person."
