【195】Restaurant Crisis_4

A horizontal stroke, a vertical one, another vertical, a horizontal, a vertical, a horizontal. Six strokes in total. Definitely not a number, and certainly not a drawing, but it resembles a character.

What character could it be? As the structure wasn't clearly drawn on the palm of his hand, for the moment it left one only able to ponder and guess.

Yao Ke knocked on the door and walked in, possibly having heard that Jiang Yan's team had finally wrapped up their investigation and came over to inquire about the situation.

Mo Wenyang saw him walking on both legs as usual, and asked in surprise, "Yao Ke, weren't they all saying that you injured your foot?"

"Just a minor flesh wound, nothing serious," Yao Ke said offhandedly, as if it was a small cut that could be handled with a piece of adhesive bandage.