It was Zhong Yi and Xiang Mingzhu!
Xiang Mingzhu looked aggrieved, tears still hanging at the corners of her eyes. Her beautiful eyes conveyed deep emotions as she gazed at the mysterious nobleman from the Imperial Capital, words seemingly on the verge of escaping her lips but never quite making it.
Qiao Xi's gaze grew colder, and suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand.
"Hiss."
She involuntarily inhaled a breath of cold air, her eyes reddening physiologically as she looked at the composed man.
Huo Xingzhou held an alcohol swab in his hand, his handsome face remarkably aloof.
He lowered his head and gently blew on the tiny wound on the back of her hand, "Does it still hurt?"
Qiao Xi shook her head.
She glanced outside and noticed that Xiang Mingzhu had gotten into Young Master Zhong's Cullinan.
The beauty wept, and as her admirer, Young Master Zhong must comfort her somewhat. Whether it was a date or a fleeting romantic encounter tonight, Qiao Xi didn't know.