Ma Xudong had just noticed and expressed his concern, "Eh? Zhizhong, you have a wound on your back? What happened? You've lost quite a bit of blood?"
While speaking, he scrutinized it carefully. Not only was the back of Liu Zhizhong's shirt dyed a large patch of red, but the gauze that had been treated at the clinic afterward also bulged out noticeably.
"Oh, haha, it's nothing, uncle. You go ahead with your work. Your matters are more important..."
"How can that be? You must explain! My trusted aide, I, Mr. Ma, must show concern!"
Ma Xudong's face became stern, a genuine concern arose within him.
Liu Zhizhong felt a bit moved yet couldn't lie and had to tell the truth.
When Ma Xudong heard it, he became a bit angry and frowned, "Qingqing is really willful. Doesn't she know anymore who cares for her? Look at what she did to you... No, I must speak to her..."