Police station entrance:
Qin Mu's dark eyes caught sight of the blood continuously seeping from Mu Wan's right hand. His gaze flickered slightly, and he spoke in a stern tone.
"You're injured? Hmm?"
Though his words expressed concern for the woman, they sounded more like questioning—pressuring her.
Mu Wan: "..."
Mu Wan's wrist was tightly gripped in the man's palm, causing her pain and making her frown. Meeting the man's cold and oppressive gaze, she instinctively avoided his eyes and murmured softly.
"Hmm… Just a little scrape… It's not a big deal."
"Shit! Mu Wan, do you even have common sense? Your hand is bleeding nonstop right now…"
Mu Wan: "..."
Upon hearing the man's harsh words, Mu Wan clenched her small hand tighter, her thoughts still lingering on the incident moments ago regarding the dismissed secretary. She couldn't help but speak in defense.
