"What happened here? Are you injured?" He hurried to Jiang Nanshu's side, his tone urgent, his gaze lingering on the bloodstain at her chest.
Jiang Nanshu looked down briefly: "It's not my blood."
She extended her hand to Lu Qingyan: "But my hand hurts."
She didn't know where she had hit when she was hitting someone, but the palm of her hand was not only swollen but also had several scratches.
Lu Qingyan sighed with relief and tenderly touched her hand: "Next time don't use your hands to hit, find a tool. It's so swollen."
"Brother Qingyan, are you blind? She's the one who hurt me, why are you showing her sympathy?" Chu Muxi stood up with the support of her bodyguards.
Her face was so swollen it was hard to look at, her eyes puffy from crying.
All thanks to Jiang Nanshu, she was supposedly fine. Yet, she had to hold onto her and beat her like this. When the police arrive, she'd definitely have her thrown in jail!
