She exclaimed, "Xiaojue, have you been tending to me this whole time?"
"You're injured. Of course, I need to take care of you."
She grinned. It's actually not that bad to be injured.
It wasn't until Huang Xiaojue had cleaned up everything, replaced her tea with a hot one, and sat down beside her that she asked, "Xiaojue, you must have been really worried these past few days, haven't you?"
He stared at her. "I was just worried about you! Xixi, he beat you this badly. I absolutely will not let him get away with it."
Yan Xixi had never seen such an expression from him before. It was murderous and imbued with intense hatred. He didn't even want to utter the name "Wan Donglin," referring to him only as "he."
Suddenly, she felt uneasy and sat up straight. "No, he didn't hit me. This injury... I got it when I fell..."
Before Huang Xiaojue could respond, his cellphone rang.
