As soon as the voice had died away, he finally got a clear look at Pei Yunmeng's face and immediately jumped up, shouting: "Heavens and earth, who hit you? Who? Which damned soul did this to your handsome face? This is the face of the Palace Front Office!"
Pei Yunmeng chuckled: "Didn't you use to say that Zhizi is the face of the Palace Front Office?"
Duan Xiaoyan answered earnestly: "That's different, you two are a man and a woman."
"..."
Lu Tong glanced up, his gaze resting on the bruise at the corner of his mouth, and his heart stirred slightly.
When they had parted in the corridor during the day, that injury hadn't been on his face.
Duan Xiaoyan was still making a fuss: "You don't hit a man in the face, shouldn't serious injuries like this warrant some compensation for disfigurement? Brother, tell me, who hit you? I'll write up a petition and sue them right now!"
Pei Yunmeng touched his slightly swollen corner of the mouth and laughed: "It is quite severe."
