The moment her head touched the man's chest, Xia Ning took a step back and looked up at the man in front of her. When she saw his face, her brows twitched. The next moment, she moved aside and wanted to walk around him.
Suddenly, she felt something tighten around her arm. A large hand had grabbed her right wrist.
"Let go!" Xia Ning snorted and glared at the man in front of her.
However, he ignored her and took her left hand.
"Hiss ..." Xia Ning cried out in pain because he had touched her wound.
He immediately let go of her, and she crossed her arms and took a step back, looking at him with a guarded expression.
Qiao Yu looked at the red and swollen arm and furrowed his brows. He suddenly asked,"you got injured from racing?"
Xia Ning looked away and did not answer.
"Very good," he said. Qiao Yu said in a low voice and walked past her.
