Xia Lu sat in front of the vanity, examining herself carefully in the mirror.
"This guy... pushing so hard..." she muttered softly, but in her heart, she knew very well that Zhou Mingchen didn't mean to push her. He most likely did it unconsciously in a moment of anger, and who knew she'd be so easily shaken.
However, the size of the injury was evidence, and perhaps one day if she could break free from him, this might serve as a bargaining chip. With that thought, she picked up her phone and took several photos of her wound.
Better to prepare early than to panic later.
Suddenly, the room door was pushed open and seeing Zhou Mingchen stand at the doorway with an indifferent face, Xia Lu jumped up from her chair in fright.
"You... what are you doing?"
Zhou Mingchen walked over, took her injured arm, "Does it still hurt?" his tone unexpectedly gentle.
"Much better..." Xia Lu responded softly.