"Xiaxia?" Shen Qian's voice slightly rose, a teasing glimmer in his eyes, "It seems Che's revolution was successful; he managed to kidnap you back."
Ling Chuxia blushed slightly at Shen Qian's words. She didn't respond to his comment and instead softly said, "Young Master Shen, long time no see."
Ling Chuxia's gaze swept over Shen Qian's handsome face. Compared to other men, his skin was extremely pale, making the five finger marks on the right side of his face particularly clear. Also, there was a slight break in the skin on his lower lip, currently oozing a trace of blood, looking somewhat disheveled.
She didn't want to mock Shen Qian, but having known him from childhood, she had never seen him like this and couldn't help but slightly curl her lips.
Shen Qian was also aware of his current disheveled appearance, so he lost interest in continuing the conversation with Ling Chuxia. After a few indifferent words, he took his leave.
