The 'controlled and focused' Luo Zhelan

"Assistant Yang saw at the airport in Yuanwei City. He mentioned it to me," he stated, his tone unwavering, as if he believed every word.

Jiang Yue nodded, accepting his explanation without question.

"How did you get that?" he inquired, referring to the wound on her neck.

Jiang Yue shrugged, her gaze fixed on her leg. "During the confrontation at the nursery school, a knife grazed me, but it wasn't deep."

Luo Zhelan immediately recognized her lie; She had gotten that wound even before the nursery school confrontation. However, he chose not to confront her and simply nodded in response.

"Be more careful next time," he cautioned, rising from his seat. As Jiang Yue began to stand, he gestured for her to remain seated. "Stay there, I'll grab a medicine kit."

"But there's no need, it's..." Jiang Yue's protest trailed off as she met Luo Zhelan's gaze.

In the end, she could only nod.