Huo Jingting snorted coldly, his gaze drifting toward her ankle wrapped in gauze, finding it somewhat harsh to the eyes.
His face turned an iron shade, and from his thin lips, a few cold words popped out, "How did you sprain it?"
She had been perfectly fine that morning; it was only half a day since he had last seen her, yet she had managed to get herself in this state.
There truly wasn't a moment when he could feel at ease about her.
Gu Nanqiao lowered her head, her little face pressed tightly against his forehead, "I went to the construction site this afternoon and accidentally hurt myself."
Her cavalier tone seemed to indicate she didn't wish to explain further.
Her hair fell loose, with a few strands floating in front of him, a faint fragrance wafting into his nostrils with each breath.
Huo Jingting looked at her pale little face, his gaze flickering slightly, and said no more.
He carried her downstairs, then strode out, passing the lobby where he saw many people sitting.