"What?"
Xiaoguo couldn't hear him clearly, so she asked him again.
Jiang Danhe looked down at Xiaoguo, his eyes filled with doubt. Was she referring to something else? Did he just confess?
"Look up quickly!"
Xiaoguo saw that he had lowered his head again. Blood was slowly flowing out of his nostrils. She couldn't help but shout at him to look up.
Jiang Danhe subconsciously stood in a military posture and raised his head. It was only then that he felt something. He reached out to wipe his nose and was shocked when he saw what it was. Blood?!
"Jiang Danhe, Jiang Danhe, you're an embarrassment!"
Looking at his dumbfounded expression, Xiaoguo knew that she couldn't count on him to handle it himself. She had to deal with it instead.
Holding on to the handkerchief that she had brought with her, she grabbed Jiang Danhe's clothes and pulled herself onto the carriage.
