Mo Shangjun agreed with Ya Tianxing's statement.
But on second thought, Mo Shangjun said, "I don't think Bai Chuan's goal is that simple."
She still felt that Bai Chuan setting her up just for a stab was really making a fuss over nothing.
Only a fool would do something like that.
Clearly, even if Bai Chuan was genuinely foolish, he wasn't foolish to that extent.
Ya Tianxing glanced at her left hand, then took out a roll of bandage with a serious face, and took her left hand.
The stab wound wasn't severe, but Mo Shangjun had been fighting with her left hand all along, causing the wound to continuously bleed. Now, half her sleeve was almost soaked in blood, and even the car seat was stained quite a bit, yet she acted like it wasn't her blood at all and was brimming with energy.
Tearing the sleeve open to expose the wound, Ya Tianxing simply bandaged Mo Shangjun's left elbow.
Halfway through the bandaging, Ya Tianxing said, "So his goal might also be me."
