He probed a little.
Found nothing wrong.
Jiang Nanshu just thought she was being paranoid.
"I better not have some kind of listening device on me that made me slip up. Damn it! If I find out you did something so sneaky, I will find the chance to slap you again."
Just a door away, Lu Qingyan: "..."
His forehead throbbed fiercely.
He raised his hand to touch his face, which had just been medicated, now the redness wasn't so evident.
But it still hurt a lot.
He leaned against the wall, reaching to touch where his collarbone was bruised, the blood had already clotted, forming a thin scab that stung slightly.
And he was still wearing a loose white T-shirt, making the wound conspicuously ambiguous at a glance.
He sighed deeply, his mind in turmoil.
Unsure of the situation.
Very annoyed, he had never been so irritated before.
It was like encountering something more headache-inducing than the most difficult math problem.
