After a while, Ye Xian suddenly stood up, "CEO, if you are done speaking, I will leave."
"Stop."
The man yelled.
Ye Xian didn't stop, and Bo Tingshen stood up and grabbed her.
"Hiss..."
The spot he grabbed was exactly where Zou Gang had punched her into the wall today, and being touched unexpectedly at this moment, Ye Xian gasped in pain.
"What happened?"
Bo Tingshen sensed something was amiss and rolled up her sleeve.
A series of dense bloodstains and untreated swelling, like sharp needles, pierced into the man's eyes.
Bo Tingshen's pupils were dilated, as if he could devour someone, "Didn't you say you were not injured? What is this about?"
"Does it hurt?"
His tone was accusatory at first, then became gently soft, as if afraid of frightening her.
Ye Xian's throat moved, she pulled down her sleeve and turned her head away, "It doesn't hurt, it's none of your business!"
"If it doesn't hurt, why are you crying?"
