Seeing that it was Xian Zihao, Jiang Ruolan inwardly frowned.
Why was he always seeing her in such a sorry state?
Jiang Bingqing fought for a while but could not escape. She turned around and wanted to curse, but she was surprised to see Xian Zihao.
Her face stiffened and slowly lowered her hand in embarrassment. She quickly carved a harmless smile. "Brother Zihao."
"What's going on?" Xian Zihao looked at Jiang Ruolan expressionless. The right side of her face was red and swollen.
"This slut was trying to attack me--" Jiang Bingqing quickly opened her mouth to explain.
Xian Zihao glanced at her coldly. "I asked her. I did not ask you."
Jiang Bingqing stared at him unhappily. Xian Zihao lightly said, "Didn't you say you were going to the washroom to fix your makeup?"
"I … I just ran into this little bitch all of a sudden."
"Bingqing!" Xian Zihao's expression was cold as he pointed to the door in the distance with his chin. "Go back."
"I …"
"Go back!" He raised his voice.
