"New injuries," Jiang Jing said, "If you talk about old injuries, there are some calluses from work, but no obvious scars."
"Jing'er, thank you for making the trip," Su Yaoguang said, holding Jiang Jing's hand.
"Why are you being so polite with me? I'll complain to our foster mother," Jiang Jing said, giving the medicine box a shake. "Since there's nothing else, I'll head back first."
"Alright, I'll have someone escort you home."
After Jiang Jing left, Su Yaoguang held Zhou Wangshu's arm and whispered something in his ear.
Zhou Wangshu frowned, "You want to keep her?"
"She's so pitiful!" Su Yaoguang said, "If I ignore her plight, how could I be considered human? If word got out that the Cheng'an Hou Mansion mistreated a distant relative to this extent, and no one in the entire mansion spoke up for her, wouldn't we also be scolded? She's so pitiful; we should at least give her a way to survive."
Zhou Wangshu furrowed his brow, "As long as it makes you happy."
