The weather gave An City a rather chilly appearance at night, and when Song Qiao came out, she didn't go backstage to get her own clothes and belongings, not even her phone.
As she exited the doorway, she couldn't help but shiver, which did not escape the attention of the perceptive man beside her. He forcibly draped his thin overcoat over her, covering her petite frame.
The man had also heard the sound of Song Qiao sucking in a breath of cold air, and his expression instantly darkened. Once he got into the car, he directly asked, "Where are you hurt?"
Upon closing the car door, he noticed traces of blood on his palm, which were clearly picked up just now, causing his eyes to darken even further. His voice carried a suppressed tone, evidently holding back his anger as he questioned the girl beside him.
The man's countenance grew extremely grim, and his voice was forbiddingly cold, causing Song Qiao to instinctively shrink back.
