"What's it to you?" Jiang Xiaorou didn't want to answer.
She felt Shen Yancheng was particularly baffling; sometimes he was fierce, like just now when he was righteous in his threats, the look of someone who would kill her if she dared to snatch the kids.
Now, he was concerned about her injury.
Excuse me, what the hell does it have to do with him? Split personality much? Got issues.
Jiang Xiaorou just walked away, but as she passed by Shen Yancheng, for some reason, he suddenly grabbed her hand. He himself didn't react in time to his own action.
It was just an intense urge to grab her, devoid of any reason.
"Shen Yancheng, I think you're a lunatic. You shouldn't be called Shen Yancheng. You should be called Shen Lunatic." Jiang Xiaorou, confused by the hand-grabbing, was very annoyed.
But when she raised her head and stared deeply into Shen Yancheng's eyes, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection in them, and in that second, she stopped talking and just looked at him.