Turning around, he suddenly caught his mother's strange gaze. He froze, unsure if she had seen his previous antics, and braved himself to say, "Mom..."
Liu Daqing took a deep breath, turned around, and stared at his hands in his pockets. Slowly, she commanded, "Take your hands out!"
He was taken aback. Still, he pulled his hands out, nonchalantly waving them.
Liu Daqing's gaze fell on the thick gauze wrapped around his hand, noting that his injury seemed to be healing well.
"How did you get hurt?"
"It was an accident."
"Really?"
He grinned, "Lady Daqing, who would dare to hurt me? It was really an accident."
Liu Daqing snorted coldly.
He suddenly became speechless. He realized that his mother must have clearly seen Yan Xixi's teasing expression earlier.
Sure enough, Liu Daqing muttered, almost talking to herself, "That girl, I don't know whether to call her naive or cunning."
