Li Shengxiao looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to see through the woman standing before him, speaking frankly.
The woman under his scrutiny remained composed from start to finish, openly letting him look her over without a hint of evasion, and she even deliberately stared straight back into his eyes, unblinkingly, as if challenging him.
Li Shengxiao's hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly—a signal all too familiar to those who knew him as one of danger, "Why did you tell Rong Yan that I donated blood to you? Miss Chu is so intelligent, surely you'd know that saying such things could easily lead to misunderstandings."
"You mean Rong Yan misunderstood?" Chu Xi revealed a look of surprise. "I don't think she took it the wrong way. Her face-slapping comeback on stage was so splendid, she was so calm and in control, with no sign that her mood was affected at all."
Although she was telling the truth, her words sounded unpleasant—as if implying that Rong Yan didn't care.
