Qin Shuang dared to believe only now that it really was He Zhiyao.
But at this time, isn't He Zhiyao supposed to be in Jiangcheng?
How could he be here?
"You..." Qin Shuang stammered while looking at the ill-tempered He Zhiyao, "How did you come here?"
"You still have the face to ask me how I came?" He Zhiyao glared at Qin Shuang coldly, wishing he could crack open her head to see what was inside!
It simply made him lose his temper completely uncontrollable.
He Zhiyao pressed down on her leg, lifting the hem of her skirt.
"He Zhiyao!" Qin Shuang exclaimed in embarrassment and turned her face away.
He Zhiyao paid her no attention but instead focused his gaze on her calf.
She had attended a party this evening, wearing a formal dress, and while hiding in that corner, her calves and feet had been scratched in several places unknowingly.
It didn't look serious, but the wounds were still oozing blood at the time.
The anger in He Zhiyao's chest flared up again.