Speak clearly
Xia Xiaoxiao did not respond, but continued with the movements in her hands.
Suddenly, her chin was lifted.
"Why are you crying?" He would not allow her to escape, so he turned her small face towards him.
"I told you, I'm not crying." Xia Xiaoxiao wanted to struggle free from his grasp, but the weakness of her body prevented her from doing so.
"What about your hand? How did you get injured?" Since she would not admit it, he would not force her. It was just that he did not want to see her sad.
"I've cut quite a bit of heart when I was chopping vegetables." Subconsciously, she pulled her injured hand back into her sleeve.
This small action didn't escape the eyes of Xi Mu City's elites.
"What happened? Tell me, okay? Don't make me worry." Despite her calmness, he could clearly feel her body trembling.