Qiao Junlie looked at her, initially intending to get a little close to her, loosen up a bit. But now all was ruined, the enthusiasm he had just raised was mercilessly suppressed by her, his heart felt quite unpleasant, like a deflated basketball, completely drained. The space between these two made him feel stifled.
"Uh... Since you're fine now, I'll leave first. I have things to attend to." Qiao Junlie said blandly, ready to leave.
This won't do! Zi Ruoxi's heart was anxious. She abruptly stepped forward, blocked his path. Suddenly, she knelt down in front of him with a thud.
"Young Master, I... I beg you, save Brother Qiao Muyun, save him, please, he really can't have his limb amputated. Really, he can't..." Zi Ruoxi's voice carried some plaintiveness as she said sentence by sentence, looking up at his eyes, which suddenly turned red.
