Yu Zhi's thoughts were momentarily disrupted by him. After answering that question, she suddenly came to her senses.
She called out the man's full name, the joy on her face fading unconsciously: "Where are you hurt?"
His stern tone made Wen Renche pause for a moment. He instinctively rubbed his knuckles with his fingertips and let out a long sigh in resignation.
"Shoulder." Wen Renche no longer concealed it, but added a reassuring remark to ease her worry: "It's not serious; it'll heal in a few days."
"Alright." Yu Zhi's tone showed little emotional fluctuation, as if the matter had no connection to her at all.
Yet, upon closer inspection, there was a trace of coldness hidden within her eyes.
The car was immersed in silence, and even the atmosphere grew strange.
Ming Fu, sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at the man with slightly furrowed brows through the rearview mirror and chuckled silently, shaking his head.
Perhaps only by her side would his face show vivid emotions.
