Meng Yan spoke very thoroughly, including the shattered tablecloth, the number of people in the room, and the camera that was smashed to pieces.
But no matter how detailed, his knowledge of the events was limited.
By the time he arrived, Qiao Yuxian had already engaged with them.
He didn't know what happened before that.
But based on his description, Gu Yanjing could roughly guess some of it.
So, Qiao Yuxian could distinctly feel the intensified hostility emanating from Gu Yanjing.
It seemed like ice had suddenly crushed down.
Instantly, the entire area was filled with a chill.
This chill seemed to have sharp edges.
The people around would get cut.
She intuitively let go of his pajamas and lowered her gaze.
Gu Yanjing hung up the phone, looked at her actions, said nothing, and silently fetched the first-aid kit, pulled a chair over, then pulled her leg over to apply medicine.
Qiao Yuxian looked down at his hands.
