As soon as these words were spoken, Lu Xiao was taken aback.
He forcibly grasped her shoulders and turned her around. His lips lightly pursed, his expression was incredibly calm and serious as he said,
"Don't talk nonsense. She's mistaken me for someone else. There's nothing like that; I don't even know her."
His mind was on the wound on her forehead. He didn't want to waste time on these baseless issues.
After speaking, he directly lifted her chin, staring at the scrape on her forehead: "How did this happen? You look so pale. Did someone bully you?"
It had to be said, seeing her go from high-spirited to this disheveled state weighed on him like a boulder on his heart.
It was both painful and suffocating.
He could vaguely guess how she might have gotten hurt.
Wen Xian, however, pushed his hand away, wiped her face, and with an evasive gaze, seemed intent on pressing the previous issue,