Yin Moran placed the breakfast he had bought on the table and walked to the bedside, looking down at her from above.
His deep eyes were like a bottomless pool, radiating a piercing coldness that was intimidating.
Qiao Xiya felt a numbness on her scalp as she sensed an ominous premonition flash through her mind.
Could it be that the person defending Lin Qian was Yin Moran?
"Moran, why are you looking at me like this?"
Qiao Xiya's delicate hand adjusted her hair in an attempt to disguise her guilt.
Could it have been him?
"Ya, don't do things that hurt others again. My indulgence has limits."
Yin Moran cut straight to the point.
Hearing this, Qiao Xiya confirmed that it was Yin Moran who had helped Lin Qian.
Feelings of anger and jealousy surged within her, and her emotions brewed until tears came unbidden.