Song Yunzhao didn't have to feign her shock—she was truly stunned. "Father?"
Third Master Song sat on the stool by her bed and carefully inquired about Yun Zhao's condition. Mrs. Luo, Jiangxiang, and Qiancao answered his questions one by one.
Mrs. Luo was a clever woman. Having raised her young mistress, their bond ran exceptionally deep. Upon seeing the Third Master, she gritted her teeth, dropped to her knees, and cried, "Third Master, you must seek justice for our mistress! If she hadn't dodged quickly that day, her face would have been scarred."
"Thrown? Scarred? What happened? Speak clearly!" Third Master Song was aghast. 'How could something like this have happened?'
