She put on a surgical mask that covered her face and her bruise.
It was impossible to tell that she was hurt unless one looked carefully.
For the first time, Huo Yichen felt sympathy for a girl. However, he quickly retracted his gaze and mocked himself.
He could not even take good care of himself, yet he still sympathized with others.
At night, when Nan Qiao returned home, Nan Xuan saw the huge bruise on her face and frowned. "Who beat you up?"
Nan Qiao glanced at him. They were all birds of a feather. What was there to ask?
Nan Qiao did not say a word and went upstairs to her room.
Nan Zhi, who had taken in this scene, was a little unhappy. When did Nan Xuan become concerned about Nan Qiao? Didn't he go unbothered about Nan Qiao's life and death in the past?
"Big Brother, my leg is a little uncomfortable. Can you carry me upstairs and massage it for me?" Nan Zhi asked coquettishly.
