C322 I Have Mysophobia

When Jee Ange heard Qin Xiao's words, disbelief spread across her face. Of course, Qin Xiao was always a cold-hearted person. How could she expect him to help her? It was impossible. A bitter expression appeared on Jee Ange's lips as she glanced helplessly at Jee Xinwen, who was still bleeding.

"Mr. Qin... I'll try not to dirty your car," Jee Xinwen murmured, fighting the urge to pass out