"It's only a minor injury. I caught the man over there just now." Zhao Tiezhu tried to perfunctory the past, but he could not hide from Lin Yingxi's eyes at all.

"What minor injury? For such a large piece of gauze, did you scratch your hands or knock your feet? Do you need such a large piece of gauze? Tell me the truth.

If she tells Lin Yingxi that she was shot, I'm afraid the woman will let herself go back to the hospital and lie in bed for a week before returning. There's no reasonable reason why you can't get along with it.

"Knife wound, very shallow all right."...