Shen Chi grabbed Xu Chaomu's hand in an instant, his warm palm tightly encircling her small hand.
If it hadn't been for the fact that he was holding Xiaobao in his arms, he would have embraced Xu Chaomu.
Zhou Ran was rejected by Shen Chi, but her expression didn't change, she simply lowered her eyes slightly, looked at the dessert in her hand, and smiled, "Then, has your wound gotten better?"
"Mm," Shen Chi responded indifferently.
Xu Chaomu was standing with her back to Zhou Ran, her lips tightly bitten, silent.
Zhou Ran's voice wasn't sharp, yet it sounded exceptionally grating to her ears; she wanted to cover her ears, but Shen Chi wouldn't let her move.
Her complexion grew increasingly worse, nearly turning pale; she didn't want to hear another word from Zhou Ran.
From the age of eighteen, she had not wanted to see Zhou Ran, initially avoiding her in her younger years and later, after learning many things, growing to hate her.
