Qiao Nian suddenly relaxed, and her injured arm started to sting.
She lost her strength and leaned against the back of the chair. Her face was pale and her tone was a little lazy. "I don't want to ask anymore. I'm tired."
Ji Lin noticed the blood seeping out of her right shirt and was shocked. "I was wondering why I smelled blood. Miss Qiao, why didn't you say you were injured?"
Qiao Nian looked at her right hand indifferently. "It's a small injury."
Ji Lin was about to say something when he looked at Master Wang, hesitating about what to say.
Ye Wangchuan did not speak, as if he did not hear them. He looked ahead as he drove. His thin lips were pursed into a line the entire time, and he did not say a word.
Ji Lin couldn't figure out what Master Wang was up to. Usually, he would say something even when she drank a cold drink, but this time, he did not react when he heard that Miss Qiao was injured.
