Qin Hezhou dodged it again.
He deliberately forced a seemingly calm smile and said calmly, "I'm fine too."
Very fake.
Pei Zhiyu chuckled twice: "I don't believe it."
She stubbornly blocked the man at the door and refused to let him in until she saw what was wrong with his hand.
"If you don't show me now, can you guarantee that I won't see you all night long?"
"Oh..." Qin Hezhou sighed and finally compromised.
When he stretched out his hands from behind his back, his face showed guilt and embarrassment that could not be hidden.
It was like he had done something shameful with his right hand.
But when Pei Zhiyu saw it with her own eyes, she understood why Qin Hezhou didn't want her to see it.
"How did you—"
How did it become like this?
The knuckles on the back of his hand were all scratched, and some places were even bleeding. It was obvious that they were fresh injuries.
In just one second, she had imagined countless scenes of Qin Hezhou working as a real estate agent and being beaten by people looking at houses.
Qin, who had guessed her inner thoughts, bent the fingers of his other hand and tapped her forehead lightly: "What are you thinking about? You haven't been beaten, and you haven't fought with anyone."
"Oh..." Pei Zhiyu rubbed his forehead and said angrily, "Then what happened to your injury? Don't tell me you fell and bumped into it. Even a child wouldn't believe that."
Qin Hezhou's eyes rolled as he thought of a countermeasure.
"How about we go in first?"
He deliberately acted exhausted, acted like a child, and said that he was very tired today.
However, he didn't expect that Pei Zhiyu today was simply the cold-faced judge, the King of Hell.
I don't buy his tricks at all.
She even took a step back when he tried to get closer, causing him to almost miss.
She leaned against the entrance, her tone cold, as if she were interrogating a criminal, and asked seriously: "Please explain, Master Qin."
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