"What about the wound on her arm? Has it been treated?"
Jing Haohao subconsciously tightened her grip on the food bag in her hand. He had survived a brush with death himself, yet his first concern was for her.
A moment of silence passed, and then Liang Chen's voice came out again, "You didn't tell the people back at the old house about my injuries, did you?"
"No, Jing Haohao called in such a rush last night that I didn't even have the chance to inform them. Besides, it was the middle of the night and I didn't want to alarm them."
"Hmm...let's keep this from the folks at the old house. I'm doing fine, no need for them to worry."
"Are you worried about the family at home, or are you afraid they'll give Jing Haohao a hard time?"
"Heh..." Liang Chen just chuckled and didn't say another word.