But now, it's too late to say anything.
A heavy sense of regret flashed across Pei Yiting's face.
The elderly lady who had followed in did not notice at first.
But when Pei Yiting grabbed Xia Yueqing's hand, exposing his right wrist, she saw the grievous bite wound, left fiercely jagged on Pei Yiting's wrist.
The elderly lady's face changed slightly.
"Yiting, what happened to your hand?" The elderly lady walked over quickly, her eyes fixed on Pei Yiting's wound.
Due to Xia Yueqing's presence, the elderly lady's voice was very low.
Pei Yiting glanced at it; the blood was starting to dry.
The burning pain that was there originally now barely felt like anything.
"Mom, I'm fine."
"Nonsense, how can you be fine? Go get that wound treated immediately." How could the elderly lady believe that?
Just because she's older doesn't mean she's easy to fool?
"I'll go in a moment." Pei Yiting said with a stern face and cold expression.
