"No, it's nothing," Wang Muxin said, her expression flustered, obviously lying.
"Move your hand, let me see what happened to your face," Lin Hai quickly asked.
"Don't, don't look, it's nothing," Wang Muxin stammered, clutching her face even tighter, which only increased the suspicion.
"Come on, let me see."
Lin Hai walked over to Wang Muxin, stretched out his hand, and brushed aside her hand.
"How could this happen!"
"Who did this?"
Wang Muxin's delicate face now bore a blood-red palm print, utterly ruining the beauty of her pretty face, which was swollen to half its usual size, making her look pitiful.
"I, I accidentally bumped into something," Wang Muxin said hesitantly, tears streaming down her face.
"Accidentally bumped into something strong enough to leave a palm print?"
"Who exactly did it?"
Lin Hai asked with a furrowed brow.
"Lin Hai, can you please not get involved," Wang Muxin pleaded.
