“Does your cell phone have a signal?” Although knowing that it is unlikely, Veronica still held a trace of expectation.
Young Master Xu took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, pressed the bright screen and glanced, and shook his head at Veronica.
“You have blood on your legs.” The screen lit up suddenly, and the light hit Young Master Xu’s leg, and Veronica saw blood on his loose pants, seeping from it.
Her mobile phone was photographed and found that the blood stains slipped intermittently, dripping on his snow-white canvas shoes, fainting bright red flowers.
She stepped forward, half-kneeled beside him, illuminated with a mobile phone in one hand, and rolled up his trouser legs in the other. She saw a cut underneath her knee, a cut in her pants, and severe swelling in her knee.
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