Zheng Haoyu, seeing Luo Qing's bandaged knees, couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, "Mom, I'm sorry."
"What is my son talking about? It's just me being careless, it has nothing to do with you." Luo Qing sat next to Su Nian's bed, adjusting her blanket, wholly indifferent to her own injuries.
On the other hand, Zheng Peng glared at Zheng Haoyu. His wife had never been hurt because of him. All her injuries were due to Zheng Haoyu.
Zheng Peng sat down on a couch, "Haoyu, what happened with this fire?"
Haoyu had been pondering this as well. He was certain it had nothing to do with him and Su Nian. Since Su Nian's pregnancy, he had been telling her every day not to go into the kitchen, and she would never play with fire, so it definitely wasn't Su Nian who started the fire.
"It wasn't Su Nian and I, I've already asked Yuqi to investigate." Zheng Haoyu's head drooped, his forehead touching Su Nian's small hand, reluctant to believe that this was done by someone Qin Xiaofei sent.
