Lu Xiaoyou glanced at Helian You's finger and smiled:
"This wound was made by me using an eyebrow pencil?"
The wound, which had been cleaned of blood traces by medical staff using alcohol wipes, appeared as a long thin line barely visible to the naked eye.
Lu Xiaoyou pulled Helian You's finger wound in front of the medical staff.
"Do you think this kind of wound could be made with an eyebrow pencil?"
The medical staff was momentarily dumbfounded; such a long, thin wound on Helian You's finger indeed did not look like it was caused by an eyebrow pencil scratch.
Helian You cried out, "My finger was stabbed by you with an eyebrow pencil, Lu Xiaoyou, so many people are watching, and you still want to deny it?!"
There was an exuberant smile on Lu Xiaoyou's delicate little face; she was not someone to be easily bullied.
"Helian You, if you want to smear me, make the wound look more convincing!"
As Lu Xiaoyou spoke, her hand reached into the pocket of Helian You's coat.
