Their hearts trembled uncontrollably at the same time, but neither of them knew.
Mu Qingxin instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but the man intentionally held it tighter, saying, "Spray some medicine on the wound on your leg, we have some at home."
These words were neither heavy nor light, but they suddenly brought tears to Mu Qingxin's eyes. "No need, it's just a minor injury. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Jiang."
After saying this, she immediately pulled her hand away forcefully, retreating behind him as if escaping.
Jiang Yixiu also realized that he seemed a bit out of line earlier, and immediately said coldly, "Don't think that I'm concerned about you. I'm just afraid you might die before I have enough time to torment you."
