"Be more careful, will you!"
Ayin stepped forward in one stride and supported her arm, "Where did you pull it? Sit down, let me have a look."
"It's nothing, it's nothing..." Lu Fengxuan winked at him, "It's not a serious injury, don't be so nervous, Uncle Xiaoshan is here... give me some face."
She deliberately whispered the last sentence close enough so that only he could hear.
Ayin glared at her, and beside them, Yan Huaizheng frowned severely:
"You've got a hole in your left shoulder and a twelve-centimeter cut on your right arm. Do you call these minor injuries?"
Uh, Lu Fengxuan touched the tip of her nose guiltily and lowered her head: "Uncle Xiaoshan, you knew all about it, huh."
Yan Huaizheng walked over to her, instinctively raising his hand to knock on her forehead as a reminder not to take her body for granted.
As soon as his hand was raised, before it even touched a strand of her hair, a pair of ink-dark eyes next to him stared fixedly at his hand.
