Su Yan lowered her head and pursed her lips slightly.
He rubbed his chest area.
For some reason, the image of him, weak and wounded, that she had seen in the underworld flashed before her eyes once again.
Su Yan frowned.
I'm not in a good mood.
And it keeps getting worse.
She stood there without saying a word.
Those scars kept flashing through my mind.
Those images were becoming her nightmares.
I keep thinking about it, and every time I do, it feels like my heart has been stabbed.
This cycle repeats itself.
Until Zheng Luan appeared.
She watched as he stood unharmed before her.
She finally stopped thinking about it.
Now, because of a burn.
It's still not better after three days.
And it's getting more and more impressive.
Looking at his nonchalant expression.
This brought that image to mind once again.
He always acted this way when he was with her.
They acted as if nothing had happened.
He deliberately kept it from her.
Su Yan clenched her fists.
Head down.
Finally, halftime arrived.
Zheng Luan didn't know what he went out to do.
On Su Yan's side, her father turned around and spoke to her.
"Xiao Yan, why aren't you saying a word?"
You are most familiar with this collaboration.
And you seem to know that Director Zheng very well.
"You can speak up then..."
Before Su's father could finish speaking, Su Yan walked out.
She stood at the corner of the doorway, a place she had to pass through.
I don't know if she was looking at the scenery outside the window or thinking about something else.
Then, a person walked this way.
It is Zheng Luan.
Zheng Luan paused for a moment when he saw Su Yan at the corner.
Without saying a word, they continued walking inside.
It was as if they hadn't even seen Su Yan.
This attitude is completely different from before.
As he walked past Su Yan, Su Yan reached out and grabbed his hand.
Then, while pulling, he pressed the person against the wall.
She spoke
"Let me see your injury."
The voice was flat, without any discernible inflection.
It was done in a manner that was almost like a routine procedure.
Zheng Luan didn't move, he just looked at her.
Opening
"What is our relationship? Miss Su, aren't you being a bit nosy?"
After listening, Su Yan showed no intention of backing down.
She spoke, very seriously.
"You can take it off yourself, or I can help you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zheng Luan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyelids lifted.
"Is this how Vice President Su treats your company's future clients?"
The voice was faint and eerie.
Seeing that he wouldn't take it off himself, Su Yan reached out, intending to help him.
At this moment, An Tong appeared, frowning.
"My Lord God, please have some self-respect."
Su Yan looked up and glanced at An Tong.
His eyes were expressionless.
An Tong spoke, her voice solemn.
"On that day, you were the one who said you didn't want to be with the young master."
Now that I'm coming back, people are afraid they'll say I'm playing hard to get and that I'm quite scheming.
The words were laced with sarcasm towards Su Yan.
Su Yan's subordinates did not hesitate.
Almost as soon as An Tong finished speaking.
With a tearing sound, she ripped Zheng Luan's sleeve open.
Then, the severely burned arm came into Su Yan's view.
The surface was covered in blood.
Some of the blisters had already been burst by the careless owner, who had put clothes on them.
At first glance, the scene was truly jarring.
Su Yan pursed her lips.
He frowned.
I'm feeling a bit irritable.
She clenched her fists, trying to control herself.
Then, he looked up at An Tong.
"Are you a piece of trash?"
Is it true that you can't do anything except speak?
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