When Shen Qifeng arrived, Su Ye had already treated her wound.
He looked at her injured little finger, eyes filled with worry.
"I know, it can't be healed," she said.
Shen Qifeng had cautioned her that she couldn't afford to get injured these few days, and it was her own fault for not protecting herself; she couldn't blame anyone else.
Shen Qifeng sighed, "I'll have someone get you some medicine first, then you can recuperate while I think of another solution."
"Thank you," Su Ye nodded, her complexion looking extremely ugly.
Staring at her little finger, a hint of hatred gradually surfaced in Su Ye's eyes.
Several days had passed since the incident at the last banquet, and Su Ye felt something fishy about the way Qin Xiaohua pursued the matter afterward.
On the surface, she belonged to Shen Qifeng, yet Qin Xiaohua could disregard both Shen Qifeng and the Shen Family to target her, which was obviously out of character for him.
