"No, even if you gave him a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare. Cousin, let's talk more in your office!"
Lu Xinghe nodded and took Qiao Ran into the elevator, heading straight to the 36th floor, the top level.
Lu Xinghe's office wasn't large, but its decor mirrored his personality and his name, brimming with rich artistic charm that gave people a warm feeling.
Lu Xinghe took an ice pack out of the refrigerator, wrapped it in a soft white towel, and reached out to apply it to Qiao Ran's face.
"Thanks, Cousin, I can do it myself!" Qiao Ran said, taking the ice pack and placing it on his face.
"Tell me quickly, who slapped you? I'm going to skin them alive and get revenge for you."
Looking at the angry expression on Lu Xinghe's face, Qiao Ran felt a wave of indescribable gratitude.
Ever since Xie Ling and Lu Mengyao were arrested, her eldest and third cousins had changed the way they looked at her.
Only her second cousin would often speak up for her.