C29 Nervous and worried

In the next moment, Gong Lingqian's brows tightly knitted together. The large palm carefully grabbed onto both of An Xingchen's wrists, and with a slightly colder expression, she quickly looked at An Xingchen and said, "An Xingchen! What was going on? "Are you hurt?"

Hearing Gong Lingqian's words, An Xingchen was stunned when she saw her own bloodied hands. If Gong Lingqian did not say it