Just at this moment, Ya, who had just returned from sending a parcel at the door, was startled by the scene before her eyes as she entered the room.
The dark bruises on the hand instantly released its grip and retracted into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.
It was only then that Zheng Bo finally managed to pull his bleeding finger out of the birdcage.
"Uncle Zheng, your finger... it's been pecked..." Ya hurriedly ran over.
"It's nothing, I was just careless," Zheng Bo said, shaking his head while his face was pale and still showing signs of fear, as he quickly stepped out of the door, not letting Ya examine his injury, saying, "I'll just put on a Band-Aid when I get back, it's no big deal."
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Ya to ask further, he hurried upstairs.
