Lin Xu's skin was fair, and the two bloodstains on the back of her hand were particularly conspicuous.
While she was picking up the food, Ji Tingyang noticed the bloodstains on the back of her hand at a glance, his expression suddenly turned grave, and he took her hand and asked, "Who scratched you?"
Ji Zeqiu also looked over, straightening his body from a previously relaxed posture, "What happened?!"
"I scratched myself accidentally." Facing the serious gazes of her two sons, Lin Xu calmly withdrew her hand, "Today in the backyard, I was bitten by a mosquito and it itched a bit, so I scratched it, and it turned red."
Wu Yanghui, as if clinging to the last straw, gripped her hand with unusual strength, and inadvertently left two or three bloody scratches on Lin Xu's hand.
A droplet of blood slowly oozed from the wound.
