C38 Not to be Deceived

"Who hurt you?" Mo Zihan stared at the broken cup, squinted his eyes at her and asked again.

A cold light flashed in her eyes. On her snow-white arm, there were a few purplish finger marks that were extremely shocking to look at.

"Young Master Mo, I'm fine, I'm really fine."

As if she felt his gaze, Bai Mingyue couldn't help but take a few steps back