Old Chen, clutching the rooster, stood frozen in shock.
Blood?
There were actually bloodstains left inside; lying was not his forte.
Old Chen moved closer to Qiao Xi, looking at the crimson stains on the little pot as he said, "Young Madam, I really don't know what happened here. Could it be that the chicken was injured? It was jumping around in the car for a long time, maybe it scraped its skin."
Qiao Xi stared at him until his scalp tingled.
Old Chen quickly added, "I'll call Young Master Zhong and ask him to come back."
He couldn't afford to say another word before Young Master Zhong returned.
The Young Madam was too sharp; she actually noticed something was amiss.
She was a doctor, after all, and could surely tell human blood from chicken blood.
How did Young Master Zhong even get blood into the car?
It was also his fault for not cleaning up properly—how could he have anticipated the Young Madam returning so early?
Qiao Xi let him make the call.
