Qiao Mianmian went quiet.
She was thinking about this too.
Should she be the one to say hi to Mo Yesi first?
Or… pretend she didn't know him?
She thought for a while and guessed that he would surely be upset if she did the latter.
Before coming to a conclusion, she saw a shadow right before her.
She looked up and saw that handsome face. His cold, black eyes looked straight at her for a good few seconds before he reached out to cup her face.
His voice was cold, and there seemed to be a hint of anger. "What happened here? You're injured?"
"I…" Qiao Mianmian opened her mouth.
Before she could say anything, the man's expression went colder. He grabbed one of her hands and said, "You're injured here too."
A layer of ice seemed to cover his face. When he spoke again, the low voice was colder than before. "Who inflicted these wounds on you?"
The man's presence was very imposing.
