"Let Auntie Xiao see, what happened to the wound!"
Sheng Shushu hadn't expected others to react so strongly.
"Auntie Xiao, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anymore." Actually, she was very unused to being cared for.
She didn't think it was a big deal, just a cut, and it had only hurt for a few hours. It wasn't worth mentioning.
Perhaps it was because Xiao Yu had stabbed her heart with so many invisible knives in the past that she no longer made a fuss about these things.
Wang Cixin was not so easily deceived and insisted on seeing for herself.
To her shock, when she lifted Sheng Shushu's arm, she saw that blood had soaked through the sleeve of her clothes.
Wang Cixin was stunned, her eyes moistening with tears.
Xiao Qingzhou was also startled. In fact, he had only brought up the matter as a way to make arrangements for her, to prevent her from bothering him again with the ongoing family council meeting tonight.
Who could've thought her wound was still bleeding?
