"Ah!"
The sound of the young man's exclamation came from the bedroom.
Lu Jun hurried over and saw Yunxi lowering his head, raising his hand, looking somewhat in pain.
"McDull!"
Song Zhen had asked the family to change how they called him, yet Lu Jun still wasn't used to it. When out with his nephew, he still called him McDull: "What happened? What's wrong?"
Yunxi had just finished showering, steam still rising from him, but his finger hurt terribly, red and swollen. He gritted his teeth and said, "I heard a crack in my finger during the fight and thought it was just the sound of the joint. But the pain kept getting worse, so I used hot water while showering to try reducing the swelling, but now it hurts even more."
Lu Jun grabbed his wrist, looking at the young man's pale fist with a severely swollen finger, slightly angry: "How old are you? Why didn't you say anything about being injured?"
Yunxi was momentarily stunned by Lu Jun's shout.
