She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Han Xi frowned slightly, turned around, and looked at Yang Miao: "What are you doing here?"

His tone was calm and indifferent, as if he didn't want to see her here at all.

Yang Miao didn't want to see him either, but she had no choice. The more panicked she felt inside, the more ingratiating her smile became: "Um... I just heard, I heard..."

Seeing her glancing at the bed every now and then, stammering and unable to give a reason, Han Xi turned his gaze away and, too lazy to look at her anymore, said, "It's getting late, Aunt Rong, arrange for a driver to take her home."

"No! Uncle!"

As soon as Han Xi finished speaking, seeing that Aunt Rong was about to go out to call for help, Yang Miao quickly grabbed her, afraid that she would be sent away without knowing why.

Han Xi turned around, his brows furrowed in impatience.

Yang Miao's lips twitched, her heart pounding in her throat. She glanced furtively at the motionless mound on the bed, cleared her throat, and chuckled dryly, "Um, you just got back... why don't you go take a shower first? I..."

Uh~ Yang Miao regretted it as soon as she said it and turned her head away, so disgusted with herself that she almost bit her tongue.

Yang Miao, don't you want to see what you're saying?

Yang Miao was sullen, thinking to himself that it was all over.

If she can't give a clear explanation today, just for the fact that she brought Han Shiyu to the villa on the hillside, he'd probably skin him alive.

If I saw a wound on someone's arm again... my back would suddenly tremble, and I would bury my head even deeper.

Han Xi could easily see through Yang Miao's unusual behavior.

Her personality has been spoiled rotten by her family over the years; you can tell just by looking at how she dared to skip class and go to Haicheng alone to chase after celebrities without telling her family.

She's a fearless little firecracker!

But this little firecracker, who usually dares to be a bit arrogant in front of him, is as wilted as a soft eggplant today. Isn't that strange?

Han Xi remained expressionless, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly with a smirk, "Yang Miao, do you think I'm a fool?"

“…” Yang Miao tensed up and couldn’t say a word.

Deep down, I finally realized that if my second uncle hadn't already sensed something, he wouldn't have rushed back in such a hurry.

Now that he's seen it all, what's the point of hiding and making excuses?

Looking at Han Xi's serious and cold face, Yang Miao breathed a sigh of relief, took two small steps forward, lowered her head and said timidly, "I'm sorry, it was my fault that she got hurt."

Before Yang Miao could even see the action clearly, the figure in front of him suddenly leaned down and, taking advantage of the person on the bed's unpreparedness, ripped the blanket off with a large hand.

Fang Li had her head down, her hair covering half her face, and before she could react, she was completely exposed to the air.

A dark shadow suddenly approached, and then, her right hand, which she was holding in her arms, was gently lifted up.

Xu Fangli bit her lip tightly, her lips trembling slightly, and then slowly raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her.

Finally, when he could clearly see the arm wrapped in layers of gauze, Han Xi's eyes turned cold and his handsome features froze instantly, causing the temperature in the entire room to plummet, making everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Yang Miao instinctively stepped back, squeezing into a small group with Aunt Rong at the door.

Fang Li lay on the bed, her nostrils twitching slightly, her pupils darting as she gazed at the extremely gloomy face of the man beside her.

"Who did it?"

Han Xi's eyes darkened as he smirked, his jawline clenched into a sharp line as he stared at Fang Li with a chilling gaze full of malice.

Xu Fangli's lips turned pale. She quickly looked away, her throat tightened, and she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

"You?" Han Xi turned around abruptly.

Yang Miao was so frightened she almost fainted, waving her hands repeatedly: "No! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

"Who is it?" Han Xi turned his gaze to Aunt Rong, whose face had already turned pale.

Aunt Rong was completely stunned. She met Han Xi's furious gaze in a panic, her voice trembling with fear: "It's...it's Miss Han..."

Fang Li had never seen Han Xi so angry before, really.

At this moment, the man in front of her seemed to reveal another side of himself that no one knew. Fang Li had no doubt that if Han Shiyu were here, he would probably kick her without hesitation!

Thinking of this, Fang Li felt much less aggrieved.

In all these years, she had never received such absolute and unconditional favoritism from Song Yuchen.

Fang Li felt a bittersweet warmth in her heart.

For the first time, she clearly realized something she had been deliberately ignoring: Han Xi... might actually like her.

"Where is Han Shiyu?!"

"...Han Xi."

Xu Fangli reached out shakily, her slender white fingers grasping the corner of his shirt, her eyes red and her voice hoarse as she called out to him.

Han Xi, still shrouded in murderous intent, was about to get up and walk outside when Fang Li quickly grabbed him tighter, saying, "Don't go."

But Han Xi couldn't hear anything at this moment. His gloomy mood made him eager to find the culprit. He gently broke free from Fang Li's hand and strode out of the room.

Judging from his posture, Fang Li thought that if they found Han Shiyu now, something bad would probably happen.

Fang Li was anxious and quickly got up to follow him out.

Aunt Rong and Yang Miao, who had never seen Han Xi like this before, also came to their senses and quickly followed.

Unfortunately, despite their quick descent downstairs, they were still unable to stop Han Xi, only seeing the car exhaust fumes disappear into the distance.

The Han family's old house.

The whole family was having dinner. Old Master Han was sitting in the main seat. To his left sat Han Xi's father and his third uncle, Han Shiyu's father, Han Yi. To his right sat his fourth uncle, Han Shuo, and his fourth aunt, Ma Junzhu.

The car roared in through the gate and stopped right in front of the villa.

The screeching sound of brakes echoed into the restaurant, followed by a man with a gloomy face and cold eyes striding in. His gaze swept coldly over the people at the table, and he asked in a chilling voice, "Where is Han Shiyu?!"

Old Master Han was puzzled and slightly surprised: "Xiu Jin?"

Xiu Jin is Han Xi's courtesy name, and that's what people who know him usually call him.

The old man's tone was full of shock and surprise: "You...didn't you go to Haicheng? Why are you back at this hour?"

As far as he knew, the business summit in Haicheng wasn't ending for another day, so why was he here now...?

Han Xi frowned, his cold eyes fierce. Without answering him, and not seeing anyone in the restaurant, he turned around and growled into the restaurant, "Han Shiyu! Get out here!"

Grandpa Han was taken aback, and then his face darkened: "What do you want with Shiyu? What happened?!"

Without saying a word, Han Xi glanced coldly at Han Ming and Han Yi, whose expressions were unnatural, and then walked directly upstairs.

"Han Xi!" The old man got up and chased after him, followed by a large group of people.

As everyone went upstairs, they saw Han Xi walking towards Han Shiyu's room with a sharp gaze and a murderous aura. When he reached the door, he lifted his long leg and kicked the door open.

"What on earth is going on! What did Shiyu do this time?!" Old Master Han asked anxiously.