"Wanwan?" The moment Su Chaoyang heard this voice, he immediately sat up anxiously, his worry showing clearly on his face. "Where are you hurt? How could you be so careless!"
Mu Xiangwan entered the room, giving Du Mengxin a cold glance as she passed her. When she reached the bed, she held Su Chaoyang's hand and comforted him softly. "I'm fine. I ran a bit too fast and bumped into a car, but it stopped in time, so there's nothing to worry about."
She tried to make it sound casual, but Su Chaoyang was startled into a cold sweat.
He noticed a light brown disinfectant applied to the junction of her palm and wrist, standing stark against her fair skin. His brow creased and his voice grew strict. "And you say you're fine? Look at the state you're in!"
