Mu Shaochen met Qin Wan's gaze.
Fu Minghan's eyes shifted colors momentarily.
Half of her face was also swollen, though not as severely as Su Qing's.
But the sight of those finger marks on her face pained him more than if he had been the one struck.
"Wanwan, come here a bit," he said.
Fu Minghan was lying down, tilting his head back. Within just a minute, he painfully furrowed his brows.
His words made the atmosphere inside the room suddenly stiffen.
Jealousy flickered in Su Qing's eyes as she turned to look at Mu Shaochen.
Seeing that he was expressionless and not looking at her,
she pursed her lips and said stiffly, "Qin Wan, you stand here."
The implication was clear.
She was yielding her place to Qin Wan.
Upon hearing this, a trace of coldness crossed Mu Shaochen's narrowed eyes.
Grasping Qin Wan's hand, he spoke with an intensified grip, "Young Master Fu, thank you for saving my wife. I, Mu Shaochen, owe you this favor and will definitely repay it."