Her uncle really has issues.
Ye Weining narrowed her eyes slightly, placing her hand on the table, deliberately exposing the bruised area.
Ling Can pretended not to see it, but Du Ruo said, "Ah Ning, what happened to your hand?"
"Oh, I don't know." Ye Weining lowered her eyes to her wrist, "I just noticed it today, no idea how it happened."
Du Ruo had once been a nurse, and based on her experience, Ye Weining's bruise was left by a blood-drawing needle. She thought of the syringe Ling Can had thrown into the trash bag, her heart immediately filled with horror.
Could Ling Can have drawn Ah Ning's blood?
"It's all my fault," Li Tianyi said peevishly, "I took Ah Ning shopping the day before yesterday, and she ran into a bad guy."
"Is everything okay?" Ling Can quickly showed his concern.
