Shen Nie smirked, "Why so tense? Do you think I might use a bomb to blow you up?"
Beitang Chuxin's trembling intensified, "What on earth are you trying to do?"
Shen Nie reached out to take out a white lotus from a vase. The pure white flower, paired with his fair hand, made for a flawless sight.
He chuckled, "You're too nervous, we're merely chatting... It seems we've never properly talked like this before, have we?"
The more Shen Nie acted like this, the more frightened Beitang Chuxin became. She knew Shen Nie for many years and had known from a young age how terrifying this man could be.
She screamed, "Stop playing games, what do you want to do?"
Shen Nie placed the lotus under his nose and took a whiff, then casually asked, "Did the doctor say the injury on your left cheek is serious?"
Beitang Chuxin covered her injured face, "That's none of your business."
Shen Nie continued to ask, "Will it disfigure you?"
