Luo Qiangwei was intently examining his wound, covered in fresh blood, when she heard him and furrowed her brow without thinking, "Why should I tell you?"
Why indeed.
Was he unworthy?
A mocking curve appeared on Mo Shiche's lips as he suddenly moved his injured hand away, stopping the waiter from continuing any treatment, "No need for you to do it," he lifted his eyes to look at Luo Qiangwei, "You come."
Luo Qiangwei paused, her brow furrowing, "But I don't know how, I'm not a doctor, and there are still pieces of glass in your hand... What if I don't do it right and it kills you with the pain."
"Then let it kill me," his thin lips curved coldly, "isn't that exactly what you want?"
Luo Qiangwei, "..."
Why had he suddenly started acting so passive-aggressive?
