When they saw this, the people at the table started to speak over each other, trying to prove their 'concern'.
"CEO Su, are you okay?"
"CEO Su, what's wrong?"
Cheng Qingchong, who sat beside Su Zhinian, pulled out a napkin and asked with sincere concern, "CEO Su, are you hurt?"
As she said so, she passed the napkin to Su Zhinian. Su Zhinian, though, continued to stare ahead, completely ignoring the chaos around him.
"His skin is red. Quickly get the waiter to bring some balm or ointment." CEO Zhang, who sat somewhat close to Su Zhinian, immediately turned to call the waiter.
"Get a cold towel first," CEO Su chimed in.
Cheng Qingchong noticed that Su Zhinian had not reacted in any way, so she leaned in to whisper, "CEO Su?"
The smell of Cheng Qingchong's perfume caused Su Zhinian's brows to crease as he turned to Cheng Qingchong.
