By the time the class was finally over, she had just wanted to ask him why he was being so secretive about even a single word, when Xiu Xun, who sat in the last group, walked over and stood in front of her, casting a large shadow.
Ruan Jiaojiao could only turn her head to look over.
"Jiaojiao, are you feeling better?" Xiu Xun asked with concern, his gaze falling on the back of her head, where a chunk of hair was missing, revealing an ugly black scar.
In fact, many in the class had been looking at the scar, but no one dared to ask because of her terrifying brother group and Xiu Xi sitting beside her.
Xiu Xun was definitely the first to ask.
Ruan Jiaojiao's impression of him had already improved, and considering he had spoken up for her that morning, she was just about to answer when Xiu Xi beside her beat her to it.
"Very good," he replied curtly, with obvious displeasure.
Xiu Xun glanced at him, sensing his hostility, and his tone was not very friendly, "I wasn't asking you."