Reaching home, Zhao told Xiao Long to book a taxi for them so as they had to leave for the new apartment. Xiao Long saw the injured forehead of Zhao. "First let's treat your wound," Xiao Long said with a concerned look.
"I will dress my wound. You should do this work. We cannot stay here any longer," Zhao stated and then went to his room. As he entered in, he saw Zhu Rui was talking with someone on the phone. He did not let see her wound and went straight to the washroom when he felt Zhu Rui's hand on his arm.
"What are you hiding?" Zhu Rui asked him and pulled him back.
"Let me go to the washroom first. It is urgent," Zhao stated, not looking at her when Zhu Rui made him turn. "You are injured," she said in a low voice. "Come, I will dress it."
"It's fine. I will do myself," Zhao proclaimed.