Completely ignoring everyone, Little Wu only had eyes for Feng Qing's hands at this moment. From her eyes, one could see that she was deeply blaming herself. Just now, in a moment of desperation, Feng Qing was also more agitated. She couldn't hold her hands properly and was pinched hard by the mouse trap. Now, there were different deep scratches and bloody holes on her palms and the back of her hands, as if she had just been tortured.
"Stop looking. Go to the school infirmary and deal with it first." Feng Qing turned around and walked out of the field.
"Ao… Ao…" March barked twice and followed closely behind Feng Qing with its tail between its legs. It seemed to have suffered a huge shock. As it was taught to be a guide dog, it had been warned from a young age that it could not attack humans. At most, it would bare its teeth to scare them. It did not expect that humans would hurt it.
