"Qingqing, is Jiejie out of danger? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too busy today and didn't have time to check my phone, I'm really sorry..."
Seeing her palm also wrapped in gauze, he was heartbroken, "Qingqing, are you hurt too? Let me see, does it hurt?"
Shen Bingqing gently pushed away his approaching hand.
"Yes, you, Young Master Long, are so busy, how can you trouble yourself to come see me? Now that my sister and I are fine, you can leave." Shen Bingqing's tone was very indifferent, directly rejecting Long Chenxi from a thousand miles away.
"Qingqing, are you angry?" Long Chenxi reached out again to hold her shoulders, tightly squeezing them, looking at her anxiously.
"Angry? No, I am very calm now!"
