This sentence had already given Song Weiyi a hint of something amiss.
Observing Pei Chenyang's expression, it was indeed bleak.
So it seemed he had already seen Lin Miaoyu, and now he was here looking for Mengmeng? Was he here to settle scores?
With that thought, Song Weiyi's face immediately darkened.
"Is Auntie's injury not serious?" Although there was anger in his heart, Song Weiyi did not rush to speak out but instead inquired about Lin Miaoyu's condition.
"Three stitches," Pei Chenyang responded succinctly.
Stitches meant the injury must not have been light.
Yet compared to stitches, if Lin Miaoyu had succeeded in her intentions, Mengmeng might very well be in emergency care right now, wouldn't she?
"Since it's nothing serious, you should head back first; I'll go find Zhao Mengmeng."
"What does Uncle want with Mengmeng? She's asleep right now," blurted out Song Weiyi as he opened his mouth to speak.
