When you're holding something in your hand and suddenly get startled, you either instinctively grip it tighter or, out of fear, let go.
That's exactly what Tang Xiaowan is experiencing right now.
Seeing this, Leng Lingxiao quickly pulled out a spray from his pocket and sprayed it several times on the bleeding spot.
It worked like magic; the bleeding stopped quickly.
"Xiao Wan, I'm sorry, I just... Let me see, does it hurt a lot?"
Li Zishen was so remorseful that he was almost incoherent.
"No, no, it doesn't hurt."
Hearing this, Leng Lingxiao became unwilling, stuffed the spray back into his pocket, slowly straightened up, his gaze darkening, fists clenched tightly.
"Mr. Li, whether it hurts or not you..."
"Wow, it's time for lunch; let's go, hurry up."
Tang Xiaowan's anger had just flared up but was quickly extinguished by her, right in its cradle; she didn't want her minor injury to cause any further trouble.
