"Really cut yourself?" Mother Zhang, looking at the blood on her hand, sighed, "Let me take care of it."
"Okay." Knowing that the study was an important place to Mu Tianying, Wanqing didn't dare let her in casually and returned to her bedroom.
Mother Zhang asked her carefully, and only when she was sure that Wanqing's arm was the only injury, she felt assured.
"Be careful next time. I thought only Miss Tianxue could be so reckless to fall." After disinfecting the wound, Mother Zhang put a plaster on it for her.
Wanqing smiled gratefully, "Mother Zhang, you are so kind to me."
Mother Zhang looked at her, "The master is also very nice to you!"
"He..." Wanqing snorted sarcastically.
Mother Zhang sighed, "Otherwise, how could I have known you fell from the kitchen?"
Wanqing was stunned, a trace of panic flashed across her face.
"And that cup of coffee, within such a short time, the master finished it!"