“Are you all right, Xiaodan?” Her head snapped up. “No! I mean, yes. If Zidan bothers you again, please let me know immediately. I’ll speak to him.” The idea of looking weak to Malekh by having Xiaodan talk to him in Remy’s stead was unforgivable. “There’s no need for you to intervene. He can do whatever the hell he wants. I can take it.” “Oh,” Xiaodan said, somewhat faintly. “Oh.”
