On the couch, Zhao Qingxue gradually woke up.
She opened her eyes and was surprised when she saw the two people. "Why are you here, Big Bro?"
Then, she furrowed her brows and pressed her head with her hands. Her head ached.
"Are you OK, Qingxue?" Zhao Wuyang said urgently. "Did this bastard do anything to you?"
"Bastard?" Zhao Qingxue was confused. "What are you saying, Big Bro? I was drunk earlier, and he brought me back home. What happened to your face, Big Bro? Did you fall and hit something?"
Zhao Wuyang immediately blushed. "Y… Yes! I accidentally tripped while I was outside!" He stammered.
Then, he looked at Tang Hao and said incredulously, "Do you know him, Qingxue?"
"Of course I do!"
Zhao Wuyang was stunned. Then, his face turned bright red.
It was a misunderstanding!
He felt ashamed of himself as he rubbed the bruise on his face.
