If she weren't worried that this "ROY" would do something outlandish in front of all these people, Xu Xia would have kicked him away long ago.
Leng Zirui glanced at her and immediately understood her thoughts. Without another word, he wrapped her hand, along with the bracelet and ring held in her palm, in gauze.
Soon, her injured hand was bandaged into a pretty little white bundle.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and this time, Ah Jiu and Ah Sang rushed in with others. Squeezing into the crowd, they saw Xu Xia half-leaning on the large sofa, with Leng Zirui crouched beside her, tending to the scrapes on her foot.
A number of police officers around them held their guns, aiming at Leng Zirui.
Gazing at the man focused on treating Xu Xia's wound, Ah Jiu and Ah Sang both had a flicker of darkness in their eyes.
Among those present, only the two of them knew the truth, and neither of them fully understood Leng Zirui's feelings at this moment.
"Miss Xu!"
