Throughout the day, Zhan Se had been tending to her injuries at Jinshan Villa, her body aching and uncomfortable, going nowhere. Other than making a call to inquire about Yu Yizhen's health status, all she could do was keep Little Thirteen company and idly surf the internet.
She didn't have many online friends, and each of them had their own affairs.
So, apart from Ai Lun, she couldn't find anyone else to chat with.
On QQ, she didn't share much about herself with Ai Lun, simply mentioning that she had twisted her ankle by accident and was resting at home.
Upon hearing her words, Ai Lun let out an exaggerated cry of shock before quickly trying to probe for information about Iron Hand.
Thinking back to the scene in the car the night before, the image of Iron Hand's eyes inevitably came to Zhan Se's mind.
He was expressionless, yet his eyes were filled with emotion.
