Han Jingnian looked at the beads of blood seeping from Xia Wan'an's wrist, his brows and eyes growing even icier, and the aura he emitted became more terrifying.
When Xia Wan'an saw that Han Jingnian had released her wrist and hadn't responded for a while, she turned her head, puzzled, and glanced at him.
Her movement snapped Jingnian out of his reverie, and he murmured, "Wait a second," before standing up and walking back to the car.
Jingnian opened the car door, leaned his upper body inside, searched for a moment, and then folded back to Xia Wan'an's side. When he knelt down again, Xia Wan'an realized that he was now holding several portable alcohol swabs and band-aids.
Uh...
Xia Wan'an couldn't help but turn her head and glance at the few men that Jingnian had scared off when he drove over earlier: "..."
At this time, those men seemed more pressing, right? Will Jingnian ever get to the point?
