The man sat behind the office desk, his handsome face expressionless, save for the fresh blood that continually flowed down his forehead. It slid over his face, dripping onto the surface of the desk, even staining the documents with trails of red...
At a glance, it was especially chilling.
"Mr. Bo, do we need to call 120? Or should I take you to the hospital right away..."
"No need." Bo Jinlan pulled out a tissue and carelessly wiped the blood away.
But soon, new blood began to flow.
"Mr. Bo, your wound looks quite serious. You should go to the hospital. If not, I can call the medical room downstairs to send a doctor up..."
"Go downstairs and buy some gauze and medicine." Bo Jinlan's brows furrowed slightly as he threw the blood-soaked tissue into the trash can.
"Okay." Li Jing quickly turned to leave.
