The white shirt clung to his back, which was supposed to be smooth and neat, but at that moment there was a glaring red mark over twenty centimeters long on it.
Upon closer observation, it was a mark of blood, as if he had suffered a severe injury.
"Mr. Xiao." Ye Ranran covered her mouth and nose, her eyes revealing concern, "Your back..."
"Oh, it's nothing, my dad hit me with a baseball bat, that's all, doesn't hurt." Xiao Mochi spoke with a full mouth, but didn't forget to convey the information to Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran furrowed her brows, looking back at the bleeding wound, wondering what kind of baseball bat could do such damage to someone.
"It's alright." Xiao Sichen's peripheral vision fell on Ye Ranran's face, noticing her worried look, his expression remained blank, but a sweet sentiment that couldn't melt away bubbled up in his heart.