The Old Madam furrowed her brows in silence, not quite believing her grandson's words.
Lu Yanxi couldn't help but argue, "If it's not a big deal, then why did you come here to ask Grandma to send medicinal herbs and black chicken? If she only got a small injury, she wouldn't need medicinal herbs and black chicken! Are you lying to us? Is Yinyin heavily injured?"
Lu Lingche hesitated for a moment, then finally said: "It's not light, her face was injured, and lost quite a bit of blood."
The chicken wing in Lu Yanxi's hand dropped onto the table with a clatter, and her voice could not help but rise in alarm: "Her face was injured?!"
The Old Madam's face darkened: "Lingche, tell me, who did it?"
"You don't need to know, I'll handle this."
The Old Madam angrily slammed the table: "You refuse to say who hurt Yinyin, are you intentionally concealing the culprit? Did your mother cause trouble for her again? Did your mother hit her?!"
"No."