Filled with the terrible dread of doubts closing in on him, Li Xinyuan pushed Bai Huiqi tighter against himself and shot Hu Lijing a dark, skeptical look. With how readily Hu Lijing could deploy sarcasm and snide remarks at the slightest opportunity, he dared not put it past the fox spirit to have done the same to Bai Huiqi.
A man he had a personal vendetta against.
Li Xinyuan glared at the man's back, the intensity of it hard enough to cut through the tension in the room. So much so, the amber-haired spirit seemed to sense his gaze and glanced back, face set in a grim expression.
The surgeon's face fell, stomach sinking to the floor as he clenched his fingers in Bai Huiqi's silken hair. No. No. No. He could not have, could he? Tactless or not, Hu Lijing would not have been cruel enough to tell him directly, right?
'Did you tell him?' asked he, using the whispering technique.
