Seeing that Jiaojiao clearly noticed he was injured but still indifferently withdrew her gaze, showing no reaction at all even as others in the class came over to show concern, it seemed as if she was disdainful of even looking at him more. This only made his face look worse, and adding the earlier scuffle, his expression truly turned ashen.
"Class leader, are you okay? How about I go with you down the mountain to see a doctor?" Zheng Jiaojiao hovered around Jiang Xun, looking extremely worried.
As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and tried to wipe the wound at the corner of his mouth with a freshly washed handkerchief. But as soon as she touched the corner of his mouth, Jiang Xun let out a hiss, and then pushed her away directly, making her stagger and almost fall forward.
She let out a surprised cry, but Jiang Xun didn't even glance at her and walked off in another direction with a grim expression.
