His grip turned sticky, and Li Shengxiao suddenly changed his expression. His gaze dropped to Rong Yan's hand, forcefully turning over the palm of her hand.
"Li Shengxiao, I'm fine," Rong Yan still wanted to hide it.
But her wrist was held so tightly that she couldn't break free at all.
The distinguished man's face darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes as he grasped her wrist, "What did you promise me just now?"
Rong Yan, "..."
Li Shengxiao's sharp gaze made Rong Yan inexplicably guilty.
"Before you went in, you promised me you wouldn't get hurt. What's with your face? And what happened to your palm?" Li Shengxiao wished he could crush her wrist, especially since this little woman seemed not to know pain.
He suddenly regretted letting Jiang Meiqi and her daughter Rong Weiwei off so easily.
Rong Yan's hand was held so tightly that she couldn't pull away, nor did she know how to explain the handprint on her face.