Wang Miaomiao was telling the truth; the injury on her face was indeed the most serious.
Jiang Yan didn't believe it at all, though. He knew Wang Miaomiao's capabilities and was convinced that his little girl had suffered greatly. Those thugs deserved to die.
"Hmm, next time you encounter such a situation, don't try to be a hero," Jiang Yan said flatly. He then turned to Cheng Xue, his tone becoming stern, "Especially you—impulsive, reckless, foolishly brave..."
"Uncle..." Cheng Xue scrunched up her face, protesting pitifully, "I wasn't, I was being brave and fearless for a just cause!"
"Hmph... you got yourself all injured over such a small thing, and you still have the nerve to talk," Jiang Yan reprimanded sternly, "From now on, be more mindful, and stop doing things beyond your capability."
Jiang Yan's tone was too harsh, and Cheng Xue, sensing this, didn't dare talk back and meekly conceded, "I know."
She said she knew, but in her heart, she was not convinced.
