Lu Beichen held her hand, carefully squeezing it bit by bit, "Zhu Yiming took care of the wound, it won't leave a scar! Just be careful in the future!"
"Mm, Little Uncle, don't worry about it, I'm fine!"
She, on the contrary, told him not to worry, causing Lu Beichen to sigh, feeling helpless against her.
Tu Yingying, who was hiding at the corner upstairs peeking, saw this scene and stormed into Tu Meijiao's room in anger.
"Well, now it's just great! Not only was that woman unharmed, but Brother Beichen is so concerned about her!" Tu Yingying stomped her feet in dissatisfaction and turned to look at Li Siru, who was standing quietly on the side, "It's all your fault. When I went there, why didn't you stop me? Now Brother Beichen is going to hate me!"
Tu Meijiao was still feeling upset, having always been arrogant towards others, she never had to lower her voice to anyone, except Lu Beichen!
