Mingjie quickly stepped forward, "Brother Chi, I brought them here. It's this kid who threw something that almost hit An Ran."
His gaze fell on Chi Cheng's hand, noticing that it was still not bandaged, merely wiped with a wet tissue.
The wound on the back of the hand had already healed and was no longer bleeding.
Fortunately, Brother Chi pulled An Ran aside just in time.
The charger was almost going to hit An Ran on the head.
That charger, with its square and sharp edge, if it had really hit the head, then…
The middle-aged woman, seeing Chi Cheng looking refined and composed, felt he seemed good-natured and got emboldened.
"So, what exactly do you want? It's true that we were wrong to hit someone, but isn't it an exaggeration for you to be hospitalized?"
Chi Cheng's tone revealed no anger, very calm, "You'd better lower your voice, so as not to disturb the people in the ward."
