Qiao Xu didn't want to argue with him, not knowing why this man suddenly became so stubborn.
"If you keep doing this, your wound will split open again."
Her eyes were still calm without any ripples, looking at his wound and giving a well-intentioned reminder.
A cold sneer came from Lu Moqing's mouth, he grabbed her hand, loosened it, and said, "What's this? You stabbed me, now you want to give me candy to eat?"
Qiao Xu frowned, but remained silent.
"Do you think I care?"
He coldly curled his lips and suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked out. His hoarse voice repeated in a low whisper, "I don't care, I don't care..."
At the door, he reached out and pulled the door handle with force, then slammed the door and left.
Qiao Xu stood there, pondering over Lu Moqing's appearance as he left, her eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
