Yu Chiyin's injury on his forehead was caused by a blunt force.
When applying medication, Lu Fengxuan saw his wound, pursed her lips, and silently cleaned off the blood, applied the medicine, and put on two band-aids for him.
"You're not asking?" Yu Chiyin spoke up.
He had prepared a set of explanations, but her lack of questions made him feel that something was amiss.
Lu Fengxuan glanced at him and said, "Ask what? There's nothing to ask, let's go back, you haven't eaten anything today."
Without asking, she could still guess who had caused the injury on his forehead.
With his skills, the only person who could hit and hurt him at a close range was the old master. Who else could it be?
They had already returned to the car, and Yu Chiyin instructed the driver to drive them back to Tan Garden.
Yu Chiyin held her little hand and asked casually, "You haven't told me, who did you rush out to meet in such a hurry?"
