But because she moved too hastily, her stabbed arm hurt terribly when it was tugged, causing her to abruptly furrow her brows and cry out in pain.
Her gaze, filled with pitiful vulnerability, turned towards the man with a somber expression lazily lounging on the sofa at this moment.
Seeing Lu Moqing's sharp gaze sweep towards her, she couldn't tell whether his tone was happy or angry, but she couldn't miss such a good opportunity to gain sympathy. She pursed her lips, nodded, and whispered:
"Yes, it hurts a bit. Those people had no mercy at all."
Accompanying the latter part of her words was a complaining tone typical of a spoiled little girl, which made Jiang Hao, who stood beside Lu Moqing, unable to help but twitch the corners of his eyes.
At a time like this, she still dared to act spoiled in front of their "Iron Man" president.
Did she think she was their wife, softening the straight man's heart with just a few pouts? Haha!
