Jing Xiaocha didn't want to delay Wen Jin and Sister Ou's date, so she quickly refused, "Brother Wen, Sister Ou is still waiting for you, you'd better go."
"It's okay."
Wen Jin's voice was calm and low, yet carried an undeniable assertiveness.
He immediately took out his phone and dialed Ou Yihan's number, "Yihan, something came up and I can't have dinner with you."
The call lasted less than a minute before he hung up.
Seeing him call Ou Yihan to cancel the date, Jing Xiaocha didn't say anything more and led him upstairs.
Opening the door, they heard the sound of running water from the kitchen. Jing Xiaocha rushed into the kitchen, where Zhang Minghui was still standing by the sink, rinsing his hand.
His once fine hand was now red and swollen, the entire hand burnt.
"How did it get so badly burned?"
Jing Xiaocha frowned tightly at Zhang Minghui, who had his left hand bandaged, leaving only his right hand intact, and now it was burnt like this.
