"Ah—"
Old Mr. Yuan felt a slight stinging on his face, and he instinctively touched his cheek. A good two or three centimeters long gash on the left side, caused by a nail that had been fired out, began pouring out bright red blood.
Yuan Keying quickly took out a tissue to help Old Mr. Yuan stop the bleeding, while calling out to the still confused Housekeeper Liu, "Quick, get me some iodine and cotton swabs!"
She had seen that the nail was rusty, and if not treated promptly, the wound could likely get infected, which would be no small matter.
"Yes! Yes!"
Housekeeper Liu hurriedly nodded and ran out in a fluster.
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was busy, Ye Siming quietly turned around intending to leave.
However, he was quickly blocked by a figure who was none other than Yuan Zhigu, the youngest of the Yuan Family who had invited him over.
"Master Ye! Please, stay a moment!"
Yuan Zhigu blocked Ye Siming's path, his expression turning incredibly gloomy.
