Jiang Yisheng hooked his lips, his gaze sweeping over his arm, suddenly recalling something, "Your hand, how did it get injured?"
"Got shot by accident while trying to catch Mo Ce, Mo Su's grandfather." Since they had decided to be together, Ji Mingqian didn't intend to hide it from him; he wanted him to understand his world as well.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yisheng's complexion changed slightly, and he pursed his lips.
The person beside him suddenly fell silent. Ji Mingqian reached out to hook his fingers and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury."
Jiang Yisheng furrowed his brows. How could getting shot be considered a minor injury?
"Jiang Yisheng, can I take that expression of yours as you feeling sorry for me, huh?" Ji Mingqian suddenly leaned over with a teasingly mischievous smile on his lips.
Jiang Yisheng kept his eyes straight ahead and pushed against his shoulder, reminding him, "Focus on driving."
