The Terrifying Zhouzhou, Rolling Online

After Zhouzhou left, Ye Lingfeng returned to the Fourth Bureau. Zhao Xinghua, sitting nearby, overheard their conversation and leaned in, immediately seeing Zhouzhou covered in blood. His heart ached instantly.

"Oh no, how did Zhouzhou end up like this? If she were with us, we would never have let her get hurt like this." His tone was filled with subtle sarcasm.

Xi Mo glanced at him and then turned back to Zhouzhou, his expression changing slightly. "How did your face get hurt too?"

Zhouzhou looked confused and tilted her head up, blinking. "Huh?"

She touched her face again but didn't feel any injury. Now, her face was smeared with even more blood. Xi Mo felt her smooth face, realizing it was not hurt. Looking down, he figured out it was from her hands.

He deftly retrieved some ointment from her bag and gently applied it to her wounds, his eyes filled with guilt. He had been too busy earlier and hadn't taken the time to tend to Zhouzhou's injuries.