"So what?"
Viona couldn't help but kick Arnold under the table.
Why did he stop talking halfway?
Arnold's calf was kicked and he groaned in pain. He then narrowed his eyes on Viona. "Haven't you moved on? Why do you still seem so concerned about him though?"
Viona. "..."
"That's none of your business!" Viona angrily turned her face away for a moment.
Upon seeing this, Arnold raised his hand unkindly, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her up in front of him. "Vi, let me tell you! It looks like Alex's illness isn't that serious."
Viona was surprised by his actions. She heard Arnold's words before she struggled to free herself.
She raised her head with shining eyes, and whispered close to Arnold's handsome face, "What do you mean by that? Can you tell me?"
Arnold calmly looked back, and purposely lowered his head. Then he reminded her, "Don't move, he's watching you!"
