Looking at Li Zhenghao's eyes, Bai Ling also knew what he was worried about. Fortunately, it was completely dark now, and she was lying on the ground covered with a lot of dust, so she didn't let him see her dark skin under the fur coat. Knowing that Li Zhenghao will not feel at ease if she does not give an explanation for this matter, so she whispered, "My wound has recovered!" 

At the same time, she took out some crystal nuclei in her pocket, and changed the topic to, "Uncle, your palms are still bleeding!"

At this moment, Li Zhenghao reacted, feeling the pain from his hands. In order to see what happened below, the hands that rubbed against the rough concrete railing used a lot of force, and his hands were worn out. Later, when he heard Bai Ling's screams, he moved forward regardless of anything else. His hands were bleeding from rubbing.