893 Angry

Mo Xiuchen was taken aback, somewhat surprised that Ranran had discovered it so quickly.

He lowered his gaze, following her line of sight to his own arm, and smiled slightly, taking the initiative to confess, "Ranran, I've gotten a bit injured on my arm."

Wen Ran's gaze moved away from his arm, she looked up at him briefly, then frowned and stared at his arm again. Her earlier smile had vanished, her elegant brows knitted tightly, and her pursed lips showed a hint of displeasure.

She did not reach out to lift the sleeve of his shirt, she just silently stared at his arm.

Mo Xiuchen had never seen Wen Ran angry before, but at this moment, seeing her silent and not uttering a word, his heart felt inexplicably uneasy.

Wen Ran's face didn't show much anger, but he knew, she was angry.

Not just angry, but also sad.