Xu Chuan held the handkerchief.

Looking at Bo Qingyun's back as she turned around and went out, she was stunned.

After looking at the blood on the handkerchief, I suddenly realized that there seemed to be a slight redness and swelling on Xia Wanxin's lips just now?

Xu Chuan: "..."

He seemed to have discovered something amazing!

Outside, the dinner has begun.

Mr. Qian Zhongming, the host of this dinner, is now delivering a speech on the stage.

When Xia Wanxin returned to Xu Changfeng's side, Dean Xu was no longer there.

Xu Changfeng noticed the wound on her lips, and there was a little more worry in her cold eyes: "What's wrong with her lips?"

Xia Wan's heartbeat just now has been a bit confusing.

Thinking of Bo Qingyun's inexplicable behavior, his anger rose a little further.

I replied casually.

"I was bitten by a mad dog."

Xu Changfeng was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at somewhere in the venue, without saying much.

The two of them all fell on the stage together.

Mr. Qian Zhongming is already in his seventies.

Although he has white hair, his body is not hunched, but he looks energetic.

His temperament has a unique elegance that is unique to scholars.

The people at the venue couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Qian is really in good health. A seventy-year-old man looks like a sixty-year-old."

"No, I don't look at how authoritative the medical tycoons are. Of course, they know how to regulate their bodies."

On stage.

Mr. Qian's slightly old voice spoke slowly.

Xia Wanxin listened for a while, but frowned slightly.

Although the sound sounds quite strong, it has a little weak stamina, and it doesn’t look like it’s good.

Xia Wanxin's eyes fell on Mr. Qian's expression, and his expression became more and more serious.

Although Mr. Qian's face was still rosy, there was a faint blue gray in his eyes.

The lips are also dark red and the whites of the eyes are turbid.

And at this moment, his voice was faintly weak.

Even the hands holding the microphone seemed to be shaking very slightly.

I'm afraid something will go wrong.

As soon as this thought came, Xia Wanxin subconsciously reached out to find a roll of silver needle in her handbag.

His footsteps couldn't help but walk towards the dinner stage, and Mr. Qian was walking quickly in the direction where he was.

Xu Changfeng noticed her strangeness and subconsciously grabbed her.

Xia Wanxin felt the control of her wrists, and seemed to remember something, and her heartbeat suddenly missed.

Turning around and seeing it was him, he breathed a little relieved.

"Wanxin, what happened?"

Xu Changfeng let go of his hand and asked in a gentle voice.

Xia Wanxin withdrew her wrist and looked at the stage again.

His voice was slightly serious: "Brother Feng, I think Qian Lao seems--"

Not finished speaking.

As the microphone landed, a loud bang came from the ground.

A commotion suddenly came from the venue.

"Not good! Mr. Qian fainted!"

Xia Wanxin and Xu Changfeng looked at each other.
Chapter completed!