The pure and innocent gaze carried a hint of confusion.
A complex blend of emotions harmoniously intertwined within her.
Diwu Zexuan looked at her, his eyes falling on her chest, his gaze growing deeper.
"Even if Qin Youxuan stays by Hanjie's side, are you sure she can pretend nothing ever happened?"
"What do you mean by that?" Rui Hui turned her head to look at him, the smile on her lips vanishing instantly. "Stop speaking in half sentences—be clear!"
"Qin Youxuan is worried right now that Hanjie might be crippled. But if she knew the truth, what do you think would happen?" Diwu Zexuan raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting as he stared at Rui Hui.
Nobody had ever dared to speak so loudly to him—except for this one idiot who constantly barked orders at him.
And, oddly enough, he rather enjoyed it.
He could only comfort himself: don't stoop to arguing with someone mentally deficient.
