Qin Yafu squatted down, picked up the broken glass, but still cut her finger, whispered, a red blood stain flowing down the white finger, this cut was not light, but she did not feel pain. The pain may be her heart, her escape heart.

: Leng Muchen's cold eyes, Fu Zixun's exploration, Yi Feng's concern.

Finally, it was Yuhongcheng who came up and called the waiter to "tidy up here."

:"Are you all right? Yu Hongcheng pulled up Qin Yahuang and looked at the bloodstains on her hand. "I'll take you to dress it."

Qin Yafeng shook his head.'It's all right. It's a small wound. Don't bother Dong anymore.

She...