Li Nanheng looked at her for a moment, then lowered his head to look at his arm. He moved it gently, silently indicating that his injury was not serious. "I'm fine. It's not a big problem. Just a superficial wound?"
"Will a superficial wound stop you from moving your right hand for a day?" It wasn't as if Feng Ling had never been injured. She wouldn't be fooled so easily. She walked in and stood in front of him. "Raise your hand. Let me see."
Li Nanheng lowered his eyes to look at the woman who was approaching. He glanced at her long hair hanging behind her shoulders and then at her soft and comfortable clothes. Obviously, she had just returned to the room and was about to rest when she suddenly came to him.
He smiled. "Are you here to show concern for me?"