Leana subconsciously tilted her head in the direction of the man and said, "Mr. Standen, I can't see."
"Alright." It was a deep voice, with a hint of arrogance and evil from a man.
"I'm Leana Thorley," Leana added. She wanted to make Graham say a few more words to see whether her conjecture was true.
"Alright."
Graham answered simply, and the corner of his eyes fell on Leana's face once again. The print left by the slap seemed to be clearer. As for who had slapped Leana on her face, Graham didn't know.
Graham narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "How did you get the wound on your face? Who did it?"
Leana froze for a moment. She subconsciously reached out to touch the wound, and the back of her hand with a scald once again caught Graham's attention.
Graham raised his hand to grab Leana
