Accompanied by a suppressed groan, Han Jingnian's grip on Xia Wan'an's chin noticeably slackened. Seizing the opportunity, Xia Wan'an pushed Han Jingnian away and escaped from his side.
Xia Chen'an, Zhang Te and Xie Lin, who had witnessed the whole scene, burst into laughter simultaneously.
However, their laughter had just started when Han Jingnian, nursing his nose, shot a chilly gaze at each of them.
Their smiles quickly froze.
The adroit Zhang Te was quick to break the silence: "Mr. Han, madam, are you both alright?"
Next was Xia Chen'an, who stooped down to pull Xia Wan'an up from the ground: "Darling... An'an, did you get hurt anywhere?"
Finally, the usually reticent Xie Lin spoke: "Mr. Han's injury needs immediate attention to prevent infection. Besides, we are not even sure if it's safe around here, so we should probably leave as soon as possible."
As Xie Lin's words died down, both Zhang Te and Xie Lin bent down to support Han Jingnian.
