Thinking back to the day her brother self-harmed by hitting the wall, she went to hold him, but was cruelly shoved away. She had landed awkwardly on her hand, seeming to have injured her tendon. That's why it hurt whenever she exerted force.
The hands are the most important tool for a jade carver. If they're uncomfortable, it's definitely necessary to rest. It looks like she won't be able to carve for the next couple of days.
It's all that damn Song Xuepeng's fault—if she doesn't teach him a lesson this time, she isn't Yu Jingrong.
Speaking of Song Xuepeng, Jingrong was wondering how Dingding's plan was progressing.
Jingrong grabbed her water cup and left her private room. It was already late in the afternoon, almost time to clock off.
As she passed Song Xuepeng's private sculpting room, the door was left open so she could hear Dingding chatting with him.
