Xia Fanxing had not expected Mu Hanchen to be so indifferent towards Liang Chuchu.
In the past, hadn't he been so worried that he couldn't even sleep well? Why had he suddenly changed his temperament?
But none of that was her concern anymore.
"If there's nothing else, then I'm leaving first."
"Who said there's nothing else? Wait a second."
Xia Fanxing looked at him with puzzlement, wondering what else there could be between them.
Mu Hanchen strode over to the counter with his slender legs, bought a can of ice-cold Coke, and then handed it to Xia Fanxing.
Just as she was on her period and couldn't drink anything cold, she said, "Thanks, but I don't drink that."
Mu Hanchen applied the can of Coke directly to her cheek and said in a faint voice, "It's not for you to drink, it's for you to use on your face; your face is swollen."
Xia Fanxing took a sharp intake of breath. Although the Coke was really cold, it indeed soothed the redness and swelling on her face.
