It did not worry him that others might know. He just hates to be manipulated.
Xia Ruoxin looked at him with a miserable smile. In his opinion, Xia Ruoxin would never go behind his back to complain about him. This was Xia Yixuan's special treatment, and she had no right to do that.
"Do you think I will tell them anything if they asked me something?" Xia Ruoxin softly said. She fearlessly looked into his dark eyes, but her heart had been ruthlessly slashed. She could feel the smell of blood spreading although her face remained calm. No one knew just how mentally challenging it was for her to look at him in an eye-level.
"You can rest assured that I did not tell them anything. They asked me how I was doing and I said I was fine." She added in her heart: brutally well.
