"You said your fingers hurt, but they're not injured, so how could they be hurting?" Nian Junting let go of her hands, then stared at her with an icy-cold look and said, "Are you playing another trick? You're changing your way of catching my attention. Aren't you bored?"
Luosang sighed slightly and responded with, "Wounds are not the only thing that can cause physical pain. My skin isn't broken, but my fingers hurt badly. If you don't believe me, you can try peeling fruits endlessly for seven to eight days."
"Why would I try that? I'm busy." Nian Junting sat straight and picked up some files as he said, "You don't want to peel grapes, fine. Your today's wage will be deducted by fifty percent."
"Whatever," Luosang sighed again and turned, saying, "I'll go make you some tea."
Nian Junting nearly lost his temper. He was so angry.
