Shangguan Yanqiu pushed the room door open to find Fu Qingxuan dressing his wound on the sofa. She quickly made her way over. "What's wrong? I was only gone for a few minutes. What happened to you while I was away?"
"Oh, Mom. I lost my grip and dropped the teapot on my foot." Fu Qingxuan grimaced and gasped in pain while looking at his toes. What rotten luck. The teapot slipped from his hand and fell on his foot.
"Let me see. Is the tea hot or cold?" Shangguan Yanqiu slapped his hand away. Furrowing her brows, she wrapped the bandage for him.
"Cold. Who would drink hot tea at this hour?" Fu Qingxuan drew a sharp breath and exclaimed, "Be gentle, Mom. The pain is killing me. Am I your son? I would've lost my foot if this was hot."
Letting out a sigh, Shangguan Yanqiu expressed her heartache. "You're so absent-minded. Why are you like Xixi?"
Xixi nearly fell from looking at her phone while walking up the stairs.
