Xia Wan'an gently unraveled the bloodied bandage that was originally binding Han Jingnian's arm and, upon seeing the lacerated wound inside, she slowly dabbed it with an alcohol swab while muttering softly, "You went crazy smashing so many things, yet not a single item hit your elder nephew; the whole study was wrecked, yet your nephew didn't even get a scratch. Instead, it's you, the one who wielded the damage, who ended up making your own wound even worse..."
Han Jingnian said nothing.
"Mr. Han, not to criticize you, but your aim when smashing things is really terrible…" Xia Wan'an said, and casually lifted her eyelids to glance at Han Jingnian, then blinked knowingly though pretending not to know his intentions and asked, "Mr. Han, could it be that you purposely missed your elder nephew?"
As soon as Xia Wan'an finished speaking, Han Jingnian's expression instantly turned grim.
