Holding Su Jin in his arms for two quarters of an hour, Xie Jingchen couldn't fall asleep.
He got out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked out.
Seeing him come out, Xingxing was startled and quickly stood up.
The maids and old women in the Agarwood Pavilion stared at Xie Jingchen, looking him up and down.
All they saw on the Young Master's face was high spirit and energy, no signs of a bruised face from a beating.
Could it be that the Young Master has asserted his authority?
Xie Jingchen went to the bathhouse.
Xingxing went into the house and saw Su Jin sleeping on the bed, her exposed arm marked with red indentations, making Xingxing's heart skip a beat.
She hurried over to check on Su Jin's arm.
Then—
Raised her hand to check Su Jin's breathing.
Thank goodness.
The girl was still alive.
Xingxing's heart, which had been in her throat, settled back down.
Even though it's always those who bully Su Jin who end up unlucky.
