Seeing Ye Chen arrive, Su Sheng hurriedly asked with a worried look, "Achen, please take a look at Liangliang's leg. Is it serious?"
"Alright." Ye Chen nodded.
Duan Qing deliberately remarked from the side, "Liangliang is such a naughty child. Climbing so high by himself during the New Year holidays and hurting his leg in a fall—it's just heartbreaking. Su Jin and Meng Yi, you two are the adults here. You saw him and still didn't keep an eye on the child."
"Yes, it was our oversight. We'll definitely watch him more carefully next time," Su Jin hurriedly agreed, understanding Duan Qing's meaning.
Meng Yi held Ge Xiaoliang in her arms, lowering her head without saying a word.
Ye Chen stepped forward and carefully examined Ge Xiaoliang's injuries. When he saw the mangled flesh of the boy's right leg, he frowned slightly.
Ge Xiaoliang had passed out from the pain. His lower leg had several fractures, and the injuries were severe, though fortunately, his life was not in danger.
With his lower leg injured like this, it looked as though something had struck it hard several times. It did not resemble the sort of break caused by a fall, as the servants claimed.
Ge Xiaoliang had been moved. The broken ends of his lower-leg bones had cut into the surrounding blood vessels and nerves, worsening the bleeding. The bleeding needed to be stopped immediately.
Ye Chen could not help glancing at the bloodstains on the floor and Su Jiu, who sat on the sofa nearby.
Su Jiu had her legs crossed, picking at her nails, her face filled with the pleasure of release.
The smugness in Su Jiu's eyes was frightening as well. There was not a trace of human emotion in them.
There was no doubt Su Jiu had