Nan Jiaojiao couldn't reject Linda's invitation, harboring her own suspicions which prompted her visit. Fortunately, Bo Yanching had only taken her to the door before leaving, which actually allowed her to breathe a sigh of relief.
Han Qi was sprawled out on the bed, a blanket thrown carelessly over his legs, his jacket discarded on the floor. His shirt, stained with blood, clung to his wound.
Nan Jiaojiao walked over and asked, "How did you get hurt?"
Han Qi's laugh was unrestrained. "Concerned about me?"
"No, just asking so I can be more cautious."
Han Qi looked hurt as he said, "Do you think they were after Bo Yanching, and I just took the hit for him?"
"No," Nan Jiaojiao didn't hesitate and said outright, "Bo Yanching would never let himself get injured like you are."
At this, Han Qi's expression suddenly changed. "Can't you keep it to yourself in front of me? After all, I'm Bo Yanching's rival."
Nan Jiaojiao said nothing.
