Sang Qian knew that Ji Chengzhou was asking about her face, "I accidentally fell..."
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
Sang Qian touched her nose and muttered softly, "Wanwan is five, not three."
The elevator doors opened, and the two of them came out.
Ji Chengzhou asked again, "Who hit you?"
Sang Qian hadn't expected him to be so persistent. After thinking for a moment, she said, "It's a minor issue, I can handle it myself."
Seeing that Sang Qian was unwilling to speak, Ji Chengzhou didn't ask further, but as soon as he went into the study, he dialed Chen Bing's number, "Find out who had a conflict with Sang Qian on the set today?"
"Understood."
Sang Qian went back to her room to change her clothes and reapply her makeup, covering the red mark on her face. She let a few strands of hair fall beside her face, making the swelling not noticeable without close inspection.
