"Miss Xia!" His previously displeased expression instantly vanished, replaced by a beaming, loving smile as he approached her, concern in his voice as he asked, "Were you present when he tried to kill himself just now? Weren't you frightened?"
His tone was filled with care.
"I was there, but I wasn't scared." Xia Ningxing indeed hadn't been scared, but she was puzzled as to why the man had inexplicably tried to kill her.
No, to be precise, he had wanted to cripple her hands.
If he truly intended to kill her, he should have aimed for her heart or arteries.
And most importantly, she could tell from the sound of his footsteps that he must have been trained.
In other words, someone had paid a hitman to cripple her hands.
Who could it be?
Xia Ningxing couldn't help but narrow her eyes, thinking to herself in the dark.
