Qian Youquan's wife snorted lightly, pressing her lips together, but ultimately she said nothing further as she moved aside to make way.
Qian Youquan gestured for Chu Ge to come forward and assist in checking the situation.
Chu Ge nodded slightly and walked to the bedside, where he saw a little girl lying down. The girl looked only seven or eight years old, yet Qian Youquan was already over forty. Was she a child born late in life?
If she was a child born late in life, logically he should treasure her, but according to him, it seemed he was quite indifferent to his daughter.
Chu Ge reached out, intending to lift the blanket, but suddenly a hand urgently grabbed him, "What are you trying to do?"
Qian Youquan's wife quickly stepped forward, firmly grabbing Chu Ge's arm and coldly questioned him.
Chu Ge cleared his throat softly and said, "I need to see if there are any other wounds on her body."
"There aren't."
