C172 His Palm His Fear

How could he insult her good friend in front of her? Was this a pure insult, or was it a deliberate act against her?

Five bright red palm prints quickly climbed up Xue Qijing's handsome face. Even under the dim streetlights, it was still so obvious and glaring. His cold smile quickly froze on his face.

What?! Xue Qijing was dumbstruck after Mingxi finished her sentence