"I... I'm here."
A soft and husky female voice.
Fu Tingzhou quickly walked into the bedroom, and upon seeing Tang Xi sitting on the carpet, he breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately turned on the light and saw that Tang Xi's hand was wrapped in gauze with a medical kit open in front of her, clearly having just bandaged her own wound.
Fu Tingzhou bent down and took her hand, frowning, "How did this happen?"
"I took a nap in the afternoon, and when I woke up it was already dark. The lights were off in the living room, and I accidentally tripped over a wooden stool on the floor. I didn't realize that the table was made of glass, and it was so fragile. As soon as I fell against it, the table shattered and cut my hand," Tang Xi explained as she stood up, sniffing the smell of blood in the air that she thought was hers, then said, "I'm fine now."
Fu Tingzhou furrowed his brows tightly, looking at the white gauze wrapped around her hand, he immediately called out, "Gao Mingchuo."
