After getting into the car, Jiang Shaocheng used an egg to soothe the red handprint on Tang Qiu's face. "Does it still hurt?"
Tang Qiu smiled and shook her head, but her brows creased when the hot egg rolled over her cheek. It was obvious that she was enduring the pain.
Jiang Shaocheng felt a tinge of pain. "I told you, Qiu, you don't have to put on an act in front of me. You can laugh if you're happy, and cry if you're uncomfortable."
Tang Qiu blinked rapidly. "I'm not sad."
Jiang Shaocheng was helpless. "Maybe, but you don't look happy either." He pulled her into his embrace, as if his arms alone could shield her from the world. "Will you be angry if I ask you to cut ties with your grandmother?"
