Leng Xuan turned and glanced at Zhou Li, the cold harshness on his face had vanished, replaced instead by a gentle smile as warm as the spring sun, and softly he said, "You're not hurt, are you?"
With a faint "mmhm," Zhou Li instantly snapped back to reality. Under Leng Xuan's direct gaze, her face inexplicably blushed, and her heart fluttered like a deer in disarray. She lowered her head and said, "I, I'm fine."
Leng Xuan was momentarily stunned, only to find Zhou Li's blush akin to the enchanting glow of the evening sky, breathtakingly beautiful. However, he quickly gathered his thoughts and smiled slightly, "As long as you're okay. I was just passing by. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way." As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, his gaze casually sweeping over the middle-aged man with a hint of arrogance, and he coldly said, "Aren't you going to scram? Remember, if you dare to bother her again, prepare your coffin first!"
