Ma Xudong only then noticed, and couldn't help but express his concern, "Eh? Zhizhong, you have an injury on your back? What happened? That's quite a bit of blood, isn't it?"
As he spoke, he examined it more closely. The fabric of Liu Zhizhong's shirt was stained red over a large area, and the gauze that had been applied at the clinic afterward was bulging out.
"Oh, haha, it's nothing, little uncle. You go about your business; your matters are more important..."
"How can that be? You must tell me! As my right-hand man, I, Ma Someone, must care!"
Ma Xudong was stern-faced, with a sense of concern naturally arising.
Liu Zhizhong felt somewhat touched inside, but he couldn't lie, so he told the truth.
Upon hearing this, Ma Xudong became somewhat angry and said with furrowed brows, "Qingqing is really willful, isn't she? Can't discern who treats her well, huh? Look what she did to you... No, I have to talk to her..."