When Xian Zihao saw her calmly walking over, his expression froze. His dark eyes gradually filled with guilt and helplessness.
"Ruolan?" He frowned.
"I used to work in a small clinic near the university for more than a year. Occasionally, there would be girls who would cut their wrists and commit suicide due to various setbacks. It's pretty easy for me to stop the bleeding and bandage them." Jiang Ruolan remained calm, there's no slightest hint of pain in her eyes.
On the contrary, she smiled magnanimously and naturally stood by her husband and the Xian Family. With her status as Xian Zihao's wife, she decided to help Zhou Shufen.
She didn't know if every member of the Xian Family knew about Xian Zihao's past relationship with Zhou Shufen, but right now, she didn't have time to care about those various gazes on her.
