On Saturday morning, Yan Feifan got up and washed up as usual.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Yu Suye tiptoeing, preparing to go up the stairs to the attic.
However, Yan Feifan's sharp eyes spotted a bruise at the corner of Yu Suye's mouth.
"Su Ye, the corner of your mouth...?"
Yu Suye touched the left corner of her mouth, turned around, and pouted pitifully. "Feifan, a few drunkards were brought in last night after a fight. I wasn't paying attention and one of them punched me."
Yan Feifan's expression instantly turned cold.
"Still acting so brazen, even in the hospital. Are you alright?"
"What happened to that guy?"
Yu Suye chuckled. "I just picked him up and slammed him on the ground. It knocked him completely silly."
"His family came later and apologized to me, too."
Yan Feifan walked closer to examine the corner of her mouth. He was relieved to see it was just a superficial bruise.
"Did you have to perform any surgeries last night?"
