"Jianshen, you're here."
As soon as she saw him, Fang Qinglian immediately softened her voice, pitifully speaking.
Her hand was on the table, bright red blood actively flowing out.
So Lu Jianshen saw it at a glance.
He walked over and grabbed Fang Qinglian's hand, anxiously asking, "How did this happen?"
Fang Qinglian didn't speak, just adopting a pitiful demeanor.
As if she had suffered great grievances.
"Bring me a scarf," Lu Jianshen signaled with a gesture.
Soon, a waiter brought over a scarf and respectfully handed it to him.
Lu Jianshen bent down, his slender fingers wrapping the scarf around Fang Qinglian's wrist.
His tall figure was facing away from Nan Xi, and Nan Xi couldn't see the expression on his face.
But she could guess.
It must be extremely anxious and fraught with tension.
As for her, at that moment, she was like someone invisible, completely ignored by Lu Jianshen.
She lost.
Defeated disastrously.
