"Butler, take the young lady and the family doctor to her bedroom," Mr. An glanced at Mrs. An, "You come with me to the study room. Li'en, entertain Lady Pei and the others."
Mrs. An followed Mr. An to the study room.
"Did you see the injury on Shaohua's hand?" After sitting down, Mr. An didn't rebuke Mrs. An, but simply asked.
"Injured?" Mrs. An's mouth fell open, but she couldn't come up with an answer and felt some regret in her heart.
Seeing her like this, Mr. An sighed, "I know you've always been proud of Toutou, but Shaohua is your daughter, even if the scales of fairness don't balance, you should at least have some measure in your heart."
In another place, Ye Shaohua was having her hand injury examined by the family doctor.
Her injury had already been dealt with; the medical laboratory was full of medical fanatics.
As the family doctor undid the bandage, he watched the nominal young lady to the side.