After Wei Ziheng had his wound treated, he was transferred to the ward.
His head was wrapped in a thick gauze. His face was pale as he looked out the window at the night sky. Waves of melancholy could be seen on his face.
Seeing this, Jiang Li saw through Wei Ziheng's pitiful act. "Stop pretending. The doctor said that it was just a minor injury. You'll be discharged after a few days of rest."
When Wei Ziheng heard this, he put on an injured expression and said sadly, "Boss, I'm the victim. I need an apology and reasonable compensation."
This was what he should do.
Jiang Li's face was gloomy. She sneered and said, "I've already arranged for a lawyer. We'll talk to him until you're satisfied."
"That's good." Wei Ziheng suddenly sat lazily. He recalled what happened back then and still felt that it was inexplicable.
