"Ah!"
Moo Huantong was shocked, quickly pulling back her hand in pain.
Bright red blood beads seeped from her fingertips...
Su Qingtian coldly laughed, yet she walked over to support her, "Are you okay? Sorry, I was just about to close the pen..."
"It's okay," Moo Huantong shook her head, but it really hurt. She feared the blood would drip on the sheets, "Could you get me a napkin?"
"Sure."
Su Qingtian's lips curled into a small smile. She turned around and saw a delicate women's bag on a nearby table.
It obviously was a high-end brand product.
Although Xie Yanghua gave her money, it wasn't a lot. She went out shopping but couldn't afford many things...
No man was footing her bill.
Su Qingtian's gaze darkened, unable to understand why Mo Beiyan would be interested in her—a blind woman?!
If you're blind, you should just die. Can't blame her for being used as a scapegoat.
