Su Ran pouted and held out her palm in front of Fu Qiyuan.
"My hand hurts."
Whether in tone or expression, she looked pitiful.
Fu Qiyuan quickly reached out to grasp her hand, inspecting it meticulously and seriously.
Seeing that her palm was indeed redder than usual, his deep eyes suddenly narrowed, a dangerous light swept across, and his voice was cold.
"Did they bully you?"
Su Ran watched the man's expression, as if all she needed to say was "yes,"
and the mountains and rivers would be annihilated, turned into raging flames!
She tugged at the corner of her mouth slightly, pondering for two seconds.
"No."
Fu Qiyuan's gaze flashed, his chilly brows and eyes softened, and his thumb gently massaged her palm as he asked softly,
"Why does your hand hurt?"
Su Ran looked at him, aggrieved, "I slapped Xinyan."
At her words, Fu Qiyuan's face showed no ripple of emotion, still gently and patiently rubbing her palm with his gaze lowered.
