"Ha." Fu Hanchuan let out a cold laugh, offering no response as he moved closer to Qin Sheng.
He took her hand and inspected it, noticing some redness on her right hand. Frowning, he asked, "Does it hurt?"
Qin Sheng's skin was flawless and fair; even the slightest bump left a mark. Moreover, she had struck rather forcefully moments ago.
Qin Sheng replied honestly, "It was a bit painful when I hit you, but it's fine now."
Though Qin Sheng claimed it was fine, Fu Hanchuan felt a deep ache in his heart.
His expression darkened further as he glanced at Fu Shihan.
Having just overheard their exchange, Fu Shihan and Ye Yutong wore expressions of utter disbelief.
Fu Shihan's eyes widened in shock. How could Fu Hanchuan be concerned about Qin Sheng's pain when she had struck her, and her own face was still swollen?
