Qiu Mo did her job again, her eyes and voice had returned to calmness, and she simply replied: "Miss Leng, I don't know."
After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to repair the desk lamp. Her hands were as dexterous as shuttles, delicate and white, and the complex tools seemed to become lighter in her hands.
Leng Xiaotian didn't expect that this seemingly weak woman in front of her could actually repair things. Her slightly drooped lower forehead was covered with a faint golden light, which actually gave her the illusion that she was an extremely beautiful woman.
"Young Mistress, Young Mistress." Liu Ma suddenly opened the door in a panic. She did not see Leng Xiaotian standing at the door, but said to Qiu Mo, "Young Mistress, the young master is injured."
"Are you injured?" Qiu Mo put down the things in his hands and stood up in a panic. Liu Ma hurriedly went to help her and reminded her with concern: "Young mistress, don't worry, your health is important."
However, Qiu Mo couldn't calm down. As soon as she heard the word "injured", she felt like she was being grabbed by someone. What Leng Xiao was most afraid of was bleeding. If the situation was not controlled well, it would be very dangerous.
The bleeding may not stop, and more importantly, he himself doesn't know it at all.
"Mom Liu, where is he injured? How could he be injured?" Qiu Mo asked as he walked.
"I don't know either. Just now I went to the young master's room to deliver him supper, and I saw a wound on his hand. I wanted to treat it for him, but he refused." Mother Liu finally saw Leng Xiaotian at this time and was busy.
He smiled and said, "It turns out my cousin is here too."
"Mom Liu, where is Brother Xiao? I want to see him." Leng Xiaotian asked equally anxiously.
"In the study."
Leng Xiao's injury was on his right hand, as if he had been scratched by some sharp weapon. Qiu Mo saw his wound from a distance. From that angle, it was definitely not a scratch made by himself, but someone who could hurt Leng Xiao
, not only are there none in this cold house, but even if you look at the whole black and white world, they are probably very few.
"Brother Xiao, does it hurt?" Leng Xiaotian clumsily applied medicine and wrapped gauze on him, but Leng Xiao just looked at his injured right hand in a daze, his handsome brows and eyes dark, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
The red blood dyed the white gauze red again.
"Oh, why are you bleeding again? Mother Liu, where is the hemostatic medicine?"
"I'll get it, I'll get it."
Liu's mother hurried to get the medicine, but when she walked to the door, she was stopped by Qiu Mo. She said, "I'll go with you."
"Young lady, your body should have a good rest..."
"It doesn't matter."
In the storage room, Liu's mother was frantically looking for medicine. Qiu Mo took out the "health medicine" that Leng Xiao usually took, took out a capsule, and then secretly filled the hemostatic medicine when Liu's mother was not paying attention.
In the capsule, there was nothing more suitable for him than her blood.
"Mama Liu, I found it." She handed over the medicine in her hand.
"Young mistress still has good eyesight, but I, an old woman, just can't do it." Mother Liu let out a long sigh of relief.
Leng Xiaotian sprinkled the powder on Leng Xiao's wound, and the bleeding area that had been bleeding gradually began to stop.
"This medicine is really useful."
Leng Xiaotian said happily.
Leng Xiao suddenly raised his head and glanced at Qiu Mo who was standing at the door, with a suspicious look in his eyes.
Qiu Mo met his gaze without hesitation, her eyes were calm and calm.