Yu Group.
After successfully allaying Lu Fengxuan's suspicions, Yu Chiyin secretly let out a sigh of relief, set his phone to one side, and raised his hand to rub the center of his brow.
His muscles tensed slightly, pulling at the wound on his back, causing him to hiss softly.
Yesterday, the old Master Yu had fiercely whipped him more than a dozen times, leaving his entire back scored with open, ferocious wounds.
He had deliberately instructed the doctor to wrap a few extra layers of bandages, to cover up the smell of blood and medicine, so that she wouldn't see any signs of his injuries.
But they were husband and wife, and when sleeping together, Lu Fengxuan habitually hugged his arm or waist, and her small hands would also touch other areas.
If the two of them truly slept together, there was no way he could hide the extent of his injuries.
