Su Yu had just set his tray on the table and had not yet picked up his chopsticks when he found himself under Xiao Wu's unblinking gaze.
"Hey! Su Yu, what happened to your lips?"
Xiao Wu's voice was filled with undisguised curiosity. As she spoke, she reached over and pulled Zhu Qing beside her.
"Zhu Qing, look! Su Yu's lips are split! Did he get into a fight?"
Zhu Qing followed her gaze and saw that there was indeed a small cut on Su Yu's lower lip.
There was also a trace of swelling. She raised her brows but said nothing, a knowing look flashing through her eyes.
Su Yu was caught off guard by the question. He instinctively touched his lips, then met Xiao Wu's wide eyes, which clearly said, Explain yourself.
He then glanced at Ning Rongrong beside him—the young girl had buried her entire face in her bowl of porridge.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and even the tips of her ears were flushed red. Under the table, her little feet in leather shoes rubbed restlessly against the floor, as if they were about to dig out a three-room apartment!
He could not help letting out a quiet laugh and vaguely changed the subject.
"It's nothing. I accidentally scraped it against the rim of my cup while drinking water last night."
"Huh? Really?"
Xiao Wu was clearly suspicious. She blinked and was about to question him further when Zhu Qing quietly tugged at her sleeve.
Zhu Qing gestured with her eyes toward Ning Rongrong, who looked as though she wished she could bury her head in the ground.
Only then did Xiao Wu realize what was going on. She looked at Su Yu, then at Ning Rongrong.
Suddenly, she let out an "oh," her face filling with