"Wanqing, have you been here long?"
"Not that long." Ye Wanqing saw his right hand, her eyes widened, face filled with shock and tension, and she seemed about to rush over in spite of herself, her hands reaching to touch the splint on his wrist, yet fearing it would hurt him and didn't dare to.
"What's wrong with your hand? How did you get hurt?"
"Just a fall injury."
Yes, Deng Qingjiang hadn't told anyone the real reason for his hand injury, only that it was from a fall.
At that time, near the art academy, a bit of distance from the gate, during the afternoon class hours, very few people were around, perhaps no one saw that scene.
The gatekeeper saw them, but he was a bit far away and didn't clearly see Chiang Xiao's actions.
Moreover, after Chiang Xiao broke his hand, she immediately stepped back two paces.
Her movements were too quick.
Even Deng Qingjiang, recalling it afterward, found it hard to believe.
