Rong Sheng arrived at the Xiao family's ancestral hall and saw Xiao Qingyu with his body slightly bent, kneeling inside.
His injuries were not light; being punished to kneel was already a very severe punishment, but in the air, there still lingered a thick scent of blood. Although it had been treated, it couldn't escape Rong Sheng's sensitive sense of smell.
Standing beside Xiao Qingyu with a medicine chest in hand, she frowned and spoke in a cold voice, "Did someone from the Xiao family lay their hands on you?"
If not, his original wounds wouldn't be giving off such a bloody scent!
Xiao Qingyu looked up, forcing a smile at her, "Rong Sheng, you still... noticed, huh."
He thought that by washing several times and wearing thicker clothes, as long as Rong Sheng didn't apply medicine to him, she wouldn't discover it.