In the private room, the light was dim and warm.
Jiang Jinsang was sitting on one side, dabbing at Tang Wan's hand with a tissue, wiping away the red wine stains she had gotten on it. He had just walked in and saw her hand red, initially thinking she was bleeding, and was quite frightened.
"...Xiaowu, that's how things stand, I've told you everything I know."
Xie Jing had just stopped his nosebleed, and his already slightly chubby face was so swollen that it was deformed.
Tang Wan, hearing about the person behind the scenes and learning of his plan, couldn't help but feel frightened afterward.
"Why did you agree to help?" Jiang Jinsang's expression was composed as he continued to wipe Tang Wan's hands.
