The car started, the taxi was pitch black inside, and it was impossible to see how Zhong Qingyang's injury was now, whether the wound on his forehead was still bleeding.
Xin Xiaoxiao stared for a while, only seeing his forehead glittering, it was probably blood.
She looked up and asked the driver in front, "Driver, do you have tissues in this car?"
"Yes." The driver nodded and handed the tissue box to Xin Xiaoxiao, Xin Xiaoxiao quickly pulled out a bunch of tissues, and randomly wiped Zhong Qingyang's forehead, while wiping asked: "Are you okay, still breathing?"
Her tone didn't sound concerned at all, it was purely just an inquiry.
If anything happens, hopefully, it's not because of her, otherwise, his family would tear her apart.
"Do you hope I'm dead?" Zhong Qingyang asked in a weak voice, looking at Xin Xiaoxiao while struggling to catch his breath.
His tone seemed to hope for some comfort or care from her.
