Erya pointed at Luo Chunxiao with some difficulty: "She spreads rumors everywhere, saying you're her man and even showed up at my door threatening me to leave you. In a fit of anger, I slapped her. I didn't hit her hard, really, not hard at all! ... After she got slapped, she lunged at me, trying to hit me, and started cursing me in a very unpleasant manner. All the sisters stood up for me and helped out, and she ended up like this... You see, should we send her to the hospital for a check-up?"
Ma Zhihao raised his handsome eyebrows, his gaze lightly scanning the disheveled Luo Chunxiao.
Seeing her in this state, his eyebrows rose even higher, faintly furrowed, filled with disdain.
His gaze only lingered on Luo Chunxiao for three seconds before moving away, that indifferent yet distinguished expression suggesting that even one more look at her would be an insult to his eyes.
