Qiao Ruoxin stared at Lu Xingyu for a few seconds, "Although it's a bit embarrassing, could you please go back first? I'd like to be alone for a while. It's better if we go our separate ways."
"..." Lu Xingyu was indeed at a loss for words. This woman was truly cold-blooded and ruthless.
"Then I'll leave first. Go back and rest early; the recording tonight will last until early morning."
"Thank you, Teacher Lu."
Lu Xingyu turned and left, and she sat alone in the lounge area, continuing to apply the ice pack.
Half an hour later, she heard a series of deep footsteps.
Looking up, she saw Mo Chen's handsome and tall figure standing before her, blocking all the light.
The man's slender fingers gripped her chin, gently removed the ice pack, and then his expression turned ice-cold in an instant, "Who hit you?"
"My dad."
"..." Mo Chen's grip on her chin grew tighter, and he said in a deep voice, "Because of me?"
