Mrs. Zhang hurriedly asked, "Is it really not a big problem?"
"Your daughter just has a minor cut, don't worry, Madam."
Mr. and Mrs. Zhang both breathed a sigh of relief.
They walked out, and at the door, Wan Donglin greeted them anxiously, "How's Chuchu?"
Mr. Zhang shook his head, "She's fine now, the doctor said she can be discharged tomorrow."
Wan Donglin sighed in relief, "Uncle, Aunt... I'm really sorry..."
Mr. Zhang smiled bitterly, "Donglin, initially we thought it was because of you. But later we found out, she had an argument with a boy from the dance troupe yesterday afternoon... couldn't think straight, and cut her wrist..."
The little princess never lacks suitors.
