"Ninth Uncle!" Qin Miaomiao cried out in grievance, as Mr. Jiu walked toward her, his trench coat adding a chill to the atmosphere. He sat down on the stool next to the hospital bed.
His expression was cold and gloomy:
"How did you get hurt like this?"
Qin Miaomiao opened her mouth but how could she explain? Could she say she got into a fight with a woman and ended up like this? How embarrassing.
"I..."
"I wasn't asking you, I was asking him. Kid, is this how you protect your wife?"
Lu Qing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he replied calmly, "This time was an accident."
"Heh, an accident. A woman can easily harm Little Jin'er, it seems you can't keep her safe."
Qin Miaomiao weakly spoke up:
"Actually, I wasn't paying attention myself."
Mr. Jiu gave her a cold glance, and Qin Miaomiao immediately backed down, coughing, Ninth Uncle, please continue scolding.
Lu Qing sat down on another stool, his expression slightly cold: "It won't happen again."
