Gu Zhaohan was left sitting on the ground after being hit.
One leg slightly bent, the corner of his mouth bleeding.
Xi Zijun was initially standing outside the door.
Hearing the noise inside, she hurried in.
She saw two people, one standing with his fist clenched, the bandaged wound on his hand turned bright red, the blood drop by drop staining the floor, markedly eye-catching. The other one sat on the ground, despite being punched, his innate cold aura didn't make him seem the least bit embarrassed.
On the contrary, Gu Zhaohan's face always held an expression of indifference, nearly to the point of fearlessness.
Xi Zijun first walked towards Gu Zhaohan and helped him up, "You knew he was angry, yet you came here to irritate him. Are you alright?"
