Ruan Jiaojiao naturally didn't believe it, so she lifted the quilt, rolled up his pant leg to look at his calf. At this sight, she took a sharp inhale.
"How did it get bruised?" Ruan Jiaojiao was extremely distressed.
"It's nothing, it'll fade in a few days." Duan Xi.
"How did it happen? Clearly, it was fine in the morning..." Her voice paused, and she instantly guessed a possibility: "Was it my dad who hit you?"
Duan Xi didn't speak, but the meaning was obvious.
Ruan Jiaojiao didn't expect that Ruan Jianguo would actually hit Duan Xi. Over the years, apart from her second brother Ruan Jie occasionally getting beaten, Ruan Jianguo hadn't hit anyone else even once. Despite his many complaints about Duan Xi, he had never actually laid a hand on him before.
