Lu Hechen glanced at Qiao Jingchen, his eyes carrying a hint of profound meaning, seemingly laced with a certain hostility.
Qiao Jingchen was startled, feeling that the gaze was too sharp.
He frowned slightly, Weilan had said Mu Linyun was trustworthy. What had a man done to make a woman trust him so deeply?
Did he have an unusual relationship with Weilan? Was he one of the men pursuing her? Otherwise, why was he staring at him so sharply?
After Lu Hechen's gaze swept over Qiao Jingchen's face, he finally spoke, "How does Brother Qiao feel now?"
"Not bad." Qiao Jingchen said.
"Why are you here?" Weilan's eyes fell on his icy pupils, and thinking of last night's events, she lowered her gaze slightly.
Lu Hechen's eyes landed on the still interlocked hands of Weilan and Qiao Jingchen, his displeasure abrupt, his tone sarcastic, "Brother Qiao and Weilan are indeed very close siblings, even needing to hold hands when talking. It's quite enviable."