After watching their figures disappear, Tang Xia's smile quickly vanished. She hurried to find a pack of disinfectant wipes inside the drawer under the coffee table. Pulling one out, she meticulously wiped her hand that had just shaken Qin Yurong's, covering her palm, the back of her hand, and each finger, as if Qin Yurong carried some contagious virus. She then took another wipe and repeated the process before finally sighing in relief.
Tang Xun saw the look of disgust in her eyes and his thin lips curved slightly, "Feeling uncomfortable?"
