Qin Miaomiao was sobbing uncontrollably, burying her head into Lu Qing's chest as she choked back her cries, sounding as if she could barely breathe. Lu Qing looked like he was ready to kill someone.
Mr. Jiu's expression was cold—so cold it was almost icy!
In a deep voice, he said, "What are you waiting for? Hurry and come look!"
Trembling under Mr. Jiu's murderous gaze, Mr. Hu cautiously approached and stammered,
"M-Miss, where are you hurt?"
Qin Miaomiao was wearing a pair of embroidered silk shoes that were crafted beautifully.
But there were bloodstains at the tip, and the moment Mr. Hu touched her foot, she winced in pain, baring her teeth!
Mr. Jiu shot her an icy glare: "How's her toe?"
Lu Qing's brows furrowed tightly: "Is it serious?"
Mr. Hu swallowed hard, finding it even difficult to breathe. He... he hadn't even examined the wound yet—what was he supposed to say?
And if he said the wrong thing, could he even leave here alive?
