Huo Ji'an was startled, instinctively exclaiming and covering his mouth as he looked inside.
There stood Lu Qing, blood trickling down his forehead, the impact leaving a swelling bruise. His fragile frame appeared even more pitiful.
Hearing the sound, Lu Qing turned his head and caught sight of Zhouzhou.
He was momentarily taken aback, instinctively raising a hand to shield his wound, his slender figure contorting as he managed a strained smile. "Zhouzhou, why have you come?"
Zhouzhou, trembling, didn't hesitate. Without a word, she rushed over, arms outstretched.
Glaring at the figure on the bed, she bared her little teeth fiercely. "Why did you hit my fifth senior brother!"
She spoke each word deliberately.
Her chubby cheeks, soft and fair, radiated innocence, yet the fire in her eyes seemed capable of scorching through a soul.