Xu Manqing screamed in pain again, her forehead covered with cold sweat. Her face, once meticulously made up, now looked quite disheveled and pale.
"Manqing, what on earth happened here?"
Madame Xu said in distress, "Why on earth... Never mind that for now. I'll go with you to the hospital. Just hang in there; it will be alright, don't worry."
An injury about the size of a coin was scalded onto the back of Xu Manqing's hand, bloody and surrounded by blackened skin.
It looked quite severe.
"Sirong, who hit you in the face?"
Upon seeing the bruises on Lu Sirong's face, Ge Weihong's eyes sharpened like arrows and immediately shot a glance over to Xu Manqing.
Mrs. Xu had just helped Xu Manqing stand up and met Ge Weihong's hostile gaze, Mrs. Xu replied, slightly angered:
"Mrs. Lu, what do you mean by this? My daughter has been badly injured. I am worried about her wounds, and I haven't even asked why your daughter hurt our Manqing!"
