Someone is knocking on the door again.

Xiao Man probably knows it’s Lake, so she responds, "Come in."

Lake is still somewhat worried, and when he enters the room, he walks around and checks carefully.

If anything happens to Miss Xiao, they are all done for.

"Miss Xiao, did anything happen?" Lake has always been very respectful towards her.

"Nothing happened."

Before he came in, she had already checked, and only let him enter because nothing was amiss.

However, even though Xiao Man had wiped the blood from her hands, the sharp-eyed Lake still noticed the wound on her fingertip and tensely asks, "Miss Xiao, what happened to your hand?"

Xiao Man was slightly surprised and hadn’t expected him to notice the wound.

But she responded calmly, "Those two reporters earlier were too careless, and accidentally scratched my finger while handing me their business cards. It’s nothing serious, it’s just that you have good eyesight — I myself had almost forgotten about it."

"Anything concerning Miss Xiao, no matter how small, is important to us," Lake respectfully said, "We dare not neglect it."

The reason, of course, is because of Li Sinian.

Xiao Man says with a smile, "Let the other matters be, but this little injury is nothing, right? Do you need to report this to Mr. Li? Mr. Li is busy enough already, let’s not disturb him over such a trivial matter."

"This..." Lake still seems troubled.

Xiao Man understands their procedure which likely involves calling a private doctor for such an insignificant injury that doesn’t even measure half a fingernail—it’s really making a mountain out of a molehill.

When that private doctor arrives and sees this "injury", he might be astonished.

"All right, I won’t make it tough for you. No need for a private doctor then, let’s leave now. We can stop at a pharmacy on the way to pick up some disinfectant and Band-Aids; I can handle this minor thing myself. If Mr. Li finds out, I will certainly take responsibility."

"Alright then... Miss Xiao, please, let’s go now."

The so-called interview ends, and there are no announcements for today.

For the next period, she won’t arrange too much work for herself but will keep it moderate.

Passing by a pharmacy, Lake stops and buys disinfectant and Band-Aids. He doesn’t let Xiao Man handle these items himself and carefully treats it for her.

Xiao Man looks at her fingertip, now secured with a Band-Aid, and smiles, saying, "You see, handling it myself turned out pretty well."

Lake, however, is not assured.

If Mr. Li finds out, who knows if he will blame?

...

At 8 p.m.

Xiao Man, busy in the kitchen, really frightened the maids standing at the kitchen door, who paced back and forth outside, increasingly anxious: "Oh, Miss Xiao... Please spare us. If the master returns and sees this, our lives won’t suffice to compensate."

"Yes, Miss Xiao, you shouldn’t trouble yourself to cook personally, please come out!"

The door was locked from the inside, and Xiao Man could hear them, continuing her cooking while responding, "It’s okay, Mr. Li won’t punish you."

"Miss Xiao, we earn our living with difficulty, and you are injured, you shouldn’t touch water!"

Xiao Man glanced at her well-covered index fingertip, smiled a bit, and didn’t care at all.

Little do they know, she has endured much more severe injuries before; this scratch is negligible to her.

While washing things, she didn’t even avoid using her index finger and directly immersed it in water.

Another maid hurriedly runs over and shouts, "It’s bad, Mr. Li has already returned! His car is right outside!"