Yan Xiaye didn't want to bother with why Li Beicheng was silent. She simply dragged him out the door with raw force, coldly slapped the door shut behind her, almost smashing the man's straight nose with her swift motion.
Leaning against the door, she took a deep breath and then hurried to check on Yin Baiyan's injuries.
On the sofa, Yin Baiyan was making a big fuss as he gently lifted his shirt, revealing his abdominals marked heavily with bruises, clearly proving that Li Beicheng had shown no mercy.
Yan Xiaye held the hot towel helplessly, cautiously touching the swollen injury, "What should we do? Should we go to the hospital to have it checked?"
"I'd rather not, it would be too embarrassing to admit I couldn't beat Li Beicheng," Yin Baiyan awkwardly adjusted his clothes, his eyes on Yan Xiaye twinkling with a faint smile, "Luckily, I decided to come back and check on you. He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
