Kong Yue asked Su Qing the question as she turned around and quickly asked the servant to get the first-aid kit.
She raised her hand and gently held Su Qing's wrist, frowning gently. "Why are you so careless? It's quite a bad cut! Does it hurt?"
Su Qing looked at her mother, who was making a mountain out of a molehill, and said with a helpless smile, "It's just a prick. It's fine, Mom. Don't be so nervous."
Kong Yue took the tissue beside her and wiped the drop of blood that slid down Su Qing's fingertip. Looking at the red and big drop of blood, Kong Yue said with heartache, "What do you mean you're fine? Look at the blood! It looks like it's really pierced too deeply!"
While they were talking, the servant had already walked over quickly with the first-aid kit.
