"It's not me, it's..." Xia Qingtian paused in mid-sentence.
Thinking of what the servant had said about Bo Jingyan being scalded while making porridge for her herself, her heart felt a little sour.
After a long pause, she finally spoke Bo Jingyan's name, "The one who was scalded is Bo Jingyan!"
"Young Master?" On hearing that Bo Jingyan was the one who got scalded, Uncle Wang became anxious as well, "How did the young master get such a wound? Is it serious?"
Seeing him in such a state, Xia Qingtian briefly recounted what the servant had told her.
Uncle Wang, upon hearing that Bo Jingyan not only made the porridge, but also personally delivered it to her upstairs and fed her until she finished it, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then Young Master's injury is not severe!"
Seeing him so certain about it, Xia Qingtian couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"Uncle Wang, how can you be so sure?"