Sensing the coldness in Jun Shiling's voice, Xia Wanyuan wanted to retract her foot, but Jun Shiling held her ankle tightly and didn't let her move.
"I knocked it." Xia Wanyuan felt a little guilty.
"Will it look like this after a knock?" Jun Shiling glanced at Xia Wanyuan's leg. There was a large bruise where the bottom of her pants had been lifted. It was obvious that she had been hit by a great force.
Jun Shiling looked at Xia Wanyuan's elbow and indeed saw some swelling. "You fought with someone," Jun Shiling said affirmatively.
"I ran into a group of people who wanted to take Tang Yin away, so I…" Xia Wanyuan finally spoke the truth. However, under Jun Shiling's cold gaze, she could not bring herself to say the rest.
Jun Shiling lowered his eyes and looked at Xia Wanyuan's wound. No one knew what he was thinking about, but Xia Wanyuan felt that the pressure on him was getting lower. "I'm fine. It's just a bruise. I'll be fine in a few days."
