Chapter 7: Brother! She's faking it!

  Han Xuanxuan sneered and looked at Han Shao's tightly knitted face, she felt even more energized and put in even more effort.

  Lian Xiao Chen glanced at her, this woman was indeed good at stirring up trouble.

  "Is it that I'm not as good as him in some way?" Han Shuo Ying stretched out his hand and pinched her chin, without feeling the extent of his strength at all. All Xiao Chen felt was that her chin was about to be pinched into pieces!

  "Yes! You're not welcome anywhere!" She fearlessly stared into his amber-colored eyes, which flickered with crisis.

  Han Shuo's hand relaxed and he walked upstairs, Han Xuanxuan looked at Lian Xiaochen falling to the ground and felt extremely pleased!

  Lian Xiao Chen suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, she took deep breaths of air, frowning in agony, "Han Shuo Ying..."

  When he heard her painful murmurs, Han Shuo suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at her. Seeing that she had fallen down, clutching her chest in pain, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed tightly together. Just as he was about to go over, his hand was grabbed by Han Xiangxiang, "Brother! She's faking it! Pretending to be weak!"

  Lian Xiao Chen was in so much pain that she wanted to die, but the pain made her clearly hear what Han Miao Miao said. The corner of her mouth involuntarily curled up into a cold smile. Why did she need to pretend to be weak and win Han Shuo Ying's sympathy? Would she joke about her own life?!

  Lian Xiao Chen wanted to get up but found that the pain had spread throughout her limbs, just as she was about to stand up, she knocked over the lamp on the table, the lamp fell to the ground and shattered into pieces piercing her palm, bright red blood gushed out...

  It hurts...... it really hurts...... At this moment, Xiang Chen only has one thought in mind, wanting to use that knife to end everything so the pain would stop.

  Han Shuo saw the bright red blood and immediately pushed Han Xuanxuan away, running down. Only when he got closer did he realize that her face had turned as white as paper, pale to the point of heartache. He panicked and helped her up, he had never been flustered before, but seeing her in such pain made him panic.

  "What's wrong?" Her hand was still clutched at her chest, in agony and clutching at her clothes, with a palm still pierced by shattered glass, fresh red blood staining her shirt...