"Not pleading on his behalf," Qiao Xi faced him, her voice slow and light, "You dirty your own hands by hitting him. It's not worth it."
Shen Dang gazed intently at Qiao Xi for several seconds, emotions flitting through his eyes. Eventually, he let go of Qiao Zhenbin's hand and coldly spat out, "Get out!"
Qiao Zhenbin scurried away. With Shen Dang there, he didn't dare to demand anything from Qiao Xi.
"Why did you come back?"
"Why did you open the door for him?"
The two locked eyes, asking the same question in unison.
Qiao Xi was the first to lower her gaze, not daring to look at him, "I thought you'd come back for something you forgot."
Indeed, there was something Shen Dang had forgotten—his wristwatch.
He remembered it only when he reached downstairs. Delayed slightly by waiting for the elevator, he hadn't expected to encounter Qiao Zhenbin upon returning.
