C711 The Old Master's Orders

Hearing Zhang Churen's words, Guo Xuehua immediately placed Qiao'er's hand in front of her eyes. Only now did she realize that Qiao'er's index finger had been bent down; it was obvious that she had been hit by someone. Moreover, looking at the bending marks, Qiao'er's finger had been bent for at least half a year.

"Qiao'er, mother will bring you to the hospital tomorrow