Qin Shaonan glanced at Wang Chu for a moment, then continued to watch the screen.
Qiao Qiao lay on the white hospital bed, still biting her lip as if resisting humiliation.
The blood from her wrist kept dripping onto the sheets, spreading into a vivid red. Seeing this, Qin Shaonan felt like something was strangling his throat, making it hard to breathe, while his voice seemed tightly obstructed, a dark mist vaguely flickering in his eyes.
Clearly, he knew she was fine now.
But watching the video, the tension and fear felt as real as the present.
Not until Qiao Qiao was out of danger and awoke in shock did he look up at Wang Chu.
Meeting Qin Shaonan's gaze, Wang Chu suddenly felt he had made a mistake.
He shouldn't have shown him this!
But if he didn't, Qin Shaonan might really gouge out his eyes.
Qin Shaonan looked at Wang Chu, "Which filthy hand touched her?"
Wang Chu, "..."
