章 297: Playing dead like a possum

After Qie Xieling gave him a stern glare Luo Muchen instantly became obedient. He let him pull back his suit jacket revealing a blood-stained shirt. 

Qie Xieling hastily pulled open his shirt his fingers trembling. His gaze fell on the bandaged injury on Luo Muchen's abdomen. The fabric wrapped tightly around the wound but there were still blood stains on his shirt that hadn't dried. That was where the dampness was coming from. 

A careful examination of Luo Muchen's dishevelled clothes revealed the signs of a recent altercation. Qie Xieling's heart ached with worry, and his trembling fingers reached out instinctively.

"Who did you fight with?" His voice quivered, filled with a blend of anger and concern.