"Oh! OK." The housekeeper frowned and handed him the remote control beside him. The first time he saw him so uneasy, I don't know why?&1t;/p>

Xia Zheting hurriedly opened the S City satellite channel, but the morning report did not have any news about the Dance, it was all about current affairs reports and family matters.&1t;/p>

Without news, isn't it the best news?&1t;/p>

Xia Zheting comforted himself so much, but what was the reason for the series of sudden situations this morning?&1t;/p>

"Young Master, did you have something important?" The housekeeper stood beside him, staring at his hand.&1t;/p>

"Nothing." Xia Zheting waved his hand, feeling that he might be too sensitive, but in fact he didn't have anything to do.&1t;/p>

"Let me help you with the wound first!" said the housekeeper worriedly, not understanding what his series of behaviors today was caused by?&1t;/p>

"What did you give birth to this early morning?" Xia Yuchen walked in from outside the house in a sportswear. It seemed that he had just started exercising.&1t;/p>

"Master, the young master's hand is injured." As soon as he saw the backbone coming back, the housekeeper couldn't wait to inform the truth.&1t;/p>

"Injured? Who did you fight with in the early morning?" Xia Yuchen was much calmer and was not as anxious as the butler. Anyway, it's normal for men to get hurt.&1t;/p>

"I thought I was you!" Xia Zheting looked at his father coldly, and did he really think of himself as an unripe young boy.&1t;/p>

"What's wrong with me? Tell you, when I was as young as you, I was a heartthrob. How many girls were around me, but like you, I probably didn't even have a crush on you." Xia Yuchen sneered, very disdainful.&1t;/p>

"Are you finally telling the truth?" An Xiaoya walked down gracefully, and her eyes shot towards Xia Yuchen with sharp eyes.&1t;/p>

"Ahem! That, you'd better look at your baby son first! I was sweating all over, it's time to take a shower." Xia Yuchen saw that the situation was not good for him, so he quickly walked away.&1t;/p>

"Just just perfunctory me! But what's wrong with your son?" An Xiaoya looked over casually, looking very disapproving, but when she saw her son's bloody hand, she immediately became uneasy, "Zheting, what's wrong with your hand?"&1t;/p>

While speaking, the man rushed over and held his hand. His nervous expression was in sharp contrast with Xia Yuchen. Sure enough, mothers always feel sorry for their children, referred to as spoiling.&1t;/p>

"I was just cut by the cup. It's okay, I'll go upstairs first." Xia Zheting said and pulled his hand back. What he cares most about now is Fang Ziye's situation, so he had to call and ask his uncle, what was going on over there.&1t;/p>

"Then you go up first! I'll find the medicine box." An Xiaoya's eyebrows frowned, and she was extremely worried.&1t;/p>

Xia Zheting didn't know if he heard it, so he ran upstairs quickly. Every few steps, he could see new blood stains on the ground smudged, giving people a very shocking feeling.&1t;/p>

"What's wrong with this kid today? It's like a crazy person who has gained and lost his heart." An Xiaoya muttered with pain while looking at his back.&1t;/p>

"Madam, I'll get you a medical box!" The butler asked in a low voice.&1t;/p>

"Oh! Go!" An Xiaoya sighed lightly. This child is grown up and he is not caring to his parents.&1t;/p>

However, Xia Zheting didn't know about her little thoughts. As soon as he got upstairs, he didn't care about his hand injury and directly called Gu Qianmo.&1t;/p>

"Zheting! What's going on so early!" It seems that he still has no idea about Dance's life.&1t;/p>

"Uncle, is there any news about Ziye?" Xia Zheting held the phone in his hand and was spinning around the room.&1t;/p>

"Not yet, what's wrong?" Gu Qianmo looked confused. Did he know something in advance?&1t;/p>

"Then there should be nothing." Xia Zheting felt that maybe he was too tiny and just broke a cup. What else could he do?&1t;/p>

"Don't worry! Once there is news, I will call you immediately, but you kid, when will you care so much about that girl Ziye?" Gu Qianmo joked with him, and at this time, the landline on his desk began to ring anxiously.&1t;/p>

"Okay, goodbye, uncle!" Xia Zheting did not continue to hinder him. He hung up the phone very consciously. I thought he could hear the phone ringing.&1t;/p>

Outside the room, there were a few crisp knocks on the door.&1t;/p>

"Zheting, is it convenient for me to come in?" An Xiaoya asked in a low voice, holding the medicine box in her hand.&1t;/p>

"Come in!" Xia Zheting had already calmed down a lot at this time. Maybe because he got a positive answer from Gu Qianmo, so...&1t;/p>

An Xiaoya pushed the door and asked him to sit next to the sand, "Come here! I'll clean up your wounds."&1t;/p>

"Mom, let it go! I'll do it myself." Although Xia Zheting said that, he still walked over.&1t;/p>

"What do you do yourself! Your hands are injured, how can you be more convenient?" An Xiaoya glanced at him with a angrily glance, then opened the medicine box.&1t;/p>

"Actually, it's not as serious as you imagined." Xia Zheting sat down gently. Although he always had a cold face, he was still very respectful and filial to his mother.&1t;/p>

[31 Novel Network     Fast update] "It's really, how come the glass is broken?" An Xiaoya couldn't help but disturb her a few words, just like thousands of mothers.&1t;/p>

Xia Zheting didn't speak, his eyes drooped, and he silently looked at his bloody hand. In fact, he was also very confused. Why did the well-washed mouth cup suddenly break today? And it was when Fang Ziye was performing a dangerous task. Although he was not a superstitious person, he always felt very uneasy.&1t;/p>

"There are a lot of wounds, and I don't know if there is any glass residue inside. Why don't you go to the hospital for a look! This is also more reassuring." An Xiaoya used a cotton swab to relieve inflammation and was talking to herself worriedly.&1t;/p>

"It's okay, just deal with it simply." Xia Zheting's eyebrows frowned slightly. It was probably because of a burning sensation when hydrogen peroxide was contaminated with the wound.&1t;/p>

"But, why are you a little today?" An Xiaoya said, glanced at his pajamas. You know, even if the sky fell, her son still acted step by step. This was the first time that he was out of standard.&1t;/p>

Xia Zheting curled his lips, but did not answer, but just placed his eyes on his injured hand, thinking about something in a daze.&1t;/p>

And at this moment, the cell phone he threw on the bed suddenly seemed like Shura who was seeking life, urging him with a sound, extremely impatient.&1t;/p>

Xia Zheting didn't think about it, and didn't care that his hand was still being grabbed by his mother. He jumped up instantly, took up his steps and ran to the bed, and picked up the cell phone on the bed.&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!