Crippled

Han Yucheng, who was following behind, came in quickly. When he saw his father in the hall as well, he bowed to them respectfully: "Father, Uncle Ruan." After he greeted them, he couldn't help but look at Ruan Qiuxue. 

"Yucheng, what's going on?" His father asked calmly.

"This…" Han Yucheng hesitated as he didn't know what to say. 

"Father, my hand hurts. My hand was injured by someone. It really hurts." Ruan Qiuxue's face was covered in tears. At this moment, she didn't have the bearing of a noble family's daughter but was complaining to her father like a little girl. 

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Ruan looked down and saw her hand shaking. He shouted immediately: "Someone! Hurry up and bring the doctor here!"

"Yucheng, you were accompanying Qiuxue, how did her hand get injured by someone? Who hurt her?" Patriarch Ruan asked calmly, obviously holding back his anger.