Tang Huai stiffly twisted her neck to look at Liao Xiaoxiao, as if to ask, who had provoked this proud man?
But Liao Xiaoxiao, as if she hadn't seen Tang Huai's expression, turned around and entered the restaurant.
Because she also didn't know when Jing Xuan had arrived, nor why he was so cold.
"Brother Jing Xuan," Tang Huai walked over.
Jing Xuan's deep eyes were locked on Tang Huai's face, with a hint of anger.
Tang Huai felt a shiver in her heart under his gaze, and she put on a smile that sought to please, "Brother Jing Xuan, why are you here?"
Could it be that his anger was because of her?
Tang Huai thought to herself, did he hear what I said to Aunt Xiao?
"Donating blood to Ma Zhihao? Tang Huai, you've got some nerve," Jing Xuan's magnetic voice also carried a surge of anger.
"..." Indeed, he had heard her conversation with Aunt Xiao.
Tang Huai pursed her lips and said, "If I don't donate blood, Ma Zhihao will undoubtedly die."
