Xiao Eleven and his entourage had finished giving their respects to Mo Yan and went to another room, leaving only Mo Yan, Xiao Ruiyuan, and Mo Qingze in the main hall. With Mo Yan there, the atmosphere could hardly become dull. After a few rounds of jokes and laughter, the sullenness that Mo Qingze had felt from those two titles dissipated.
There was a charcoal brazier in the room, and after talking for a while, Mo Yan's throat became dry. She picked up the teapot to pour a cup for her father, and as she was about to fill Xiao Ruiyuan's cup, she accidentally revealed the white bandage wrapped around her wrist. By the time she realized and wanted to retract her hand, Xiao Ruiyuan had already seen it.
"What happened?" Xiao Ruiyuan grasped Mo Yan's wrist, fighting the impulse to unwrap the bandage and see for himself, and asked with a still normal-sounding voice.
