Disturbed and confused, Zhan Hanjue spotted Xuan Wei's gloomy expression from afar and asked in a deep voice:
"Is the arm immobilized?"
Xuanwei immediately snapped out of her daze, nodded heavily, and before she could even speak, two lines of tears were already streaming down her face.
Seeing Zhan Hanjue frown again, Xuanwei realized that his patience was about to run out, so she stopped crying.
She sniffed softly, then suddenly looked up, blinking her bright, watery eyes, and carefully explained:
“Dad, Miss Ling’s accidental fall really has nothing to do with me. Please believe me, I really didn’t mean any harm. I just wanted to see Mom’s diary. However, Miss Ling seems to have some prejudice against me. Not only did she refuse my small request, she also pushed me very hard. It was because of that push that I fell heavily against the railing.”
"You mean, she pushed you?"
"Um."
Xuan Wei thought to herself that the surveillance cameras in the corridor on the second floor of the laboratory had long been broken. As long as she insisted on this point, even if Zhan Hanjue became suspicious, he would definitely not be able to find any evidence.
Zhan Hanjue didn't believe Xuan Wei's words at all, and abruptly ended the topic with a few words:
"No matter what, you must remember that she was the one who lent you a helping hand in the end. You should repay her life-saving kindness tenfold. I have already asked Baihu to order an honorary banner. You can personally deliver it to her during Monday's morning exercises."
"Can..."
"There's no 'but' about it. Once your arm is healed, go back with Baihu to recuperate."
"My arm hurts terribly, so I probably won't be able to attend classes for the next few days." To avoid presenting Ling Mo with an honorary banner, Xuan Wei even considered taking a two-week leave of absence.
"If they don't want to go, they don't have to. Just remember to come to school on Monday and thank them properly in front of the whole school."
Zhan Hanjue knew very well that a vain and face-conscious girl like Xuan Wei would never stoop to doing such a thing.
To annoy her, he didn't mind finding her something to do from time to time.
"I see."
Xuanwei hung her head dejectedly, increasingly unable to understand why Zhan Hanjue kept doing things that betrayed his own people.
Could it be that the results of a paternity test are not as valuable as Ling Mo's few words?
Inside the cubicle.
Qin Beiming was kneeling on one knee, carefully treating the abrasions on Ling Mo's knee.
Her knee injury wasn't serious; it was just a minor scrape.
But Qin Beiming seemed very angry, his icy face remaining unmoved as he coldly said:
"You scraped your knees and you still say you're fine?"
"It's just a tiny scratch. It's nothing serious."
Ling Mo subconsciously reached out to cover the slightly red and swollen area on his knee.
Seeing this, Qin Beiming angrily swept her hand aside and said in a deep voice:
"I just applied the medicine, don't let it rub off."
"oh."
Ling Mo awkwardly withdrew his hand.
She thought Qin Beiming was angry with her again and planned to say something to coax him, but he didn't expect his emotions to come and go so quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was acting as if nothing had happened and gently blew on her slightly hot knees.
Ling Mo lowered his eyes, staring intently at Qin Beiming, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot but whose movements were extremely gentle, and asked with considerable curiosity:
"Third Master, how do you manage to be both fierce and gentle?"
"You'd better behave yourself. If there's a next time, I can't guarantee what I might do in a fit of rage."
Qin Beiming spoke harshly with a cold and serious expression.
However, deep down he didn't expect Ling Mo to obediently listen to him.
Ling Mo has always been capricious in her actions; expecting her to follow the rules is nothing short of wishful thinking.
"knew."
Ling Mo answered softly.
In a daze, she suddenly felt a little confused as to why she was so wary of Qin Beiming.
If you include the long years she spent in the alternate dimension, she is probably over a hundred years old.
Imagine, a centenarian being completely fooled by a young man in his early twenties—isn't that utterly ridiculous?
To project an air of superiority, Ling Mo instantly crossed his legs, slightly raised his chin, and said with a hint of arrogance:
"If you criticize me again, I'll lift the coffin lid and slam it on your head."
Qin Beiming looked up at Ling Mo, who had a silly expression on his face, and smiled indulgently:
"Oh no, he's probably hit his head."
"I'm serious."
"Um."
Qin Beiming gave a perfunctory reply. After treating the wound on her knee, his deep eyes began to scrutinize her repeatedly. "Is there anywhere else you've bumped or hurt yourself?"
"It's gone."
Ling Mowei raised her legs, quickly pulled down her trouser legs, and then suddenly shrank into a corner.
In fact, the injury on her knee was clearly covered up properly and he shouldn't have seen it.
Surprisingly, he was able to accurately determine exactly where she hit the ground based on her posture when she fell.
That's why she was terrified that Qin Beiming would suddenly lift her clothes to check her lower back.
She twisted her lower back the moment she fell.
It only hurts a little, it's nothing serious.
"You twisted your back too? Let me see."
As he spoke, Qin Beiming's hand was already pressed on her waist.
Noticing that her body suddenly trembled, he couldn't help but chuckle softly:
"So sensitive?"
"Sensitive my foot... I'm ticklish."
Ling Mo blushed and quietly turned his head away.
She wasn't a shy person, it's just that Qin Beiming was too awful.
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