The shard of porcelain had lodged into her arm, not very deep, but the bleeding was frightening.
Cheng Weiyue's complexion turned slightly pale as she looked toward Qiao Jingxue. She could feel the shard was deep, yet her expression remained calm, revealing no pain, "Qiao Jingxue, stop doing such unwise things. Even if I don't want to pursue it, that doesn't mean I can stop Zhou Jingwei from doing so."
Qiao Jingxue's face changed, a bit ferocious, "Are you threatening me?"
Cheng Weiyue tried to rise from the ground, and the next moment, someone clasped her waist and pulled her into their arms. Cheng Weiyue could smell the crisp scent of tobacco.
It was Zhao Hanchen.
Zhao Hanchen held Cheng Weiyue in his arms, apparently afraid she would run away, the hand on her waist tightened inch by inch.
His phoenix eyes lowered, looking at Qiao Jingxue, who was squatting on the ground, hugging her knees and smiling at him.
Qiao Jingxue's smile was a bit manic.
