Qiao Anyan lowered her head and glanced. Her wrist was really red. She knew that no one could see her, so she casually wrapped the strap that was used to tie the tablecloth around her wrist.

Long Chen Li inadvertently glanced at Qiao Anyan, pursed his lips, and his rage subsided. He stared at Qiao Anyan's wrist, opened his mouth, and asked awkwardly, "Did I hurt you?"

"No." It wasn't a big deal. In addition, Qiao Anyan didn't like to show any signs of weakness in ...