"Is that true?" Shangguan Jin raised his eyebrows, put the phone in his hand back to its original place, took a disinfected cotton, and pressed it heavily on her wound. [】
It seems to be venting something.
A stinging pain came from the palm of my palm.
Xueyu frowned, shivered for a moment, and felt a little up and down in her heart, but she kept silent and endured it.
Shangguan Jin raised his eyes, glanced at her forbearing expression, and said nothing, rubbing the disinfectant cotton in her hand even harder.
The power made Xue Yu couldn't help but wonder. Shangguan Jin already knew what he was doing in the study.
The reason why he didn't say anything was just waiting for himself to confess.
Is it possible?
Is it possible that Shangguan Jin already knows it?
Xue Yu quietly glanced at Shangguan Jin, trying to peek out from his expression.
But Shangguan Jin had no expression on his face, his black eyes were quiet, and except for a little anger, it was no different from usual.
He probably... doesn't know.
Xue Yu thought, breathing a long sigh of relief.
After Shangguan Jin disinfected her hands, he applied the ointment several times, applied the medicinal tape, and then "pop" hard and patted it flat.
Xue Yu frowned and shivered for a while.
To be honest, she was very careful just now, but she just scratched her very lightly. The wound in her palm was very shallow and it stopped hurting in a short while.
On the contrary, Shangguan Jin's behavior of applying medicine to her made her even more painful, as if she was holding a knife on an existing wound and then slashing hard.
But Xue Yu didn't dare to say anything, and sat there gentlely, enduring it, waiting for Shangguan Jin to finish everything.
Then, pack up the things and ask the servant to take them down.
During the whole process, Shangguan Jin didn't say a word.
Shangguan Jin didn't say anything, and Xue Yu didn't know what to say.
She knew that Shangguan Jin must have doubts in his heart, because the muscles in his jaw were tightly tense from beginning to end.
The two of them stared at each other with big eyes until the servant knocked on the door again.
"Master Jin, all the clothes have been checked." The servant came to Shangguan Jin with a piece of underwear, "There was some blood stains on this clothes, which should be the culprit for scratching Miss Qin.
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Her wound was obviously cut by herself with a lancet, so how could the servant find a "murder weapon"?
Moreover, underwear and other close-fitting clothes, the buttons are generally treated with special treatment and it is impossible to scratch people's skin.
What exactly are the servants doing?
Xue Yu looked up in shock, but unexpectedly saw that there was indeed a little blood on the underwear in the servant's hand.
What's going on?
Xue Yu didn't understand anymore, and from the corner of his eyes he glanced at Shangguan Jin, and the expression on his face was a little unnatural.
He must have thought the same as himself.
Xue Yu clenched his fists, and a little sweat leaked out of control.
Both of them looked at the servants at the same time and did not speak.
The servant took a step forward and began to explain, "Mr. Jin, when we checked, we found that the steel ring of this underwear ran out because of the wrong washing method. Some of them were even stuck, which created a sharp place.
It will scratch Miss Qin's hand."
Is there something like this...a coincidence? Xue Yu was stunned for a moment, looked up and looked at the underwear in the servant's hand. Sure enough, the situation was as the servant said.
But Xue Yu immediately realized that although the steel ring was extremely sharp, it was absolutely impossible to create a wound as thin as the center of his palm.