Yu Lingqian was startled. "What's wrong?"
"Ouch!" Mu Anran frowned, instinctively holding her knee.
Yu Lingqian finally remembered.
Just now, when getting out of the car, the little guy seemed to have bumped her knee.
He propped himself up and rolled off her, and then he lifted her legs.
To his surprise, he found several faint red marks seeping through the knee area of her jeans.
Was she bleeding?
Just a bump against the car door and it's this serious?
Yu Lingqian grabbed a pair of scissors and cut Mu Anran's expensive jeans off directly.
Mu Anran was so heartbroken, "Heavens, these jeans cost several hundred! I could have taken them off!"
Yu Lingqian glared at her irritably, "Does your husband look like he's short on money?"
"I know my husband isn't short on money, but as a virtuous daughter-in-law, I can't be extravagant," Mu Anran retorted with a sense of grievance.
She and Nie Xiaoxun had shopped for these jeans not long ago, and Mu Anran still felt a pinch.
