The elevator doors closed again.
Standing outside the elevator, Emperor Quan's gaze finally shifted to Yan Zhan.
"President Yan, you've overstepped!"
Yan Zhan pressed his temple slightly, a faint frown on his brow.
"Young Emperor, her foot is injured."
"Hmm, and then?" he asked coldly, his eyes shooting sharp, highly lethal rays at Yan Zhan, revealing his sharpness and dissatisfaction without a doubt. As he spoke, the arms wrapped around Zhan Se's waist also tightened bit by bit, constricting her already slender waist as if it might break at any moment.
Yan Zhan's expression changed slightly, watching the intensity that seemed like it would tear someone apart. With a cold tilt of his chin, his voice suddenly dropped a few degrees.
"If you have a problem with me, we can talk alone. You should take her to see a doctor first. This has nothing to do with her."
Heh?! What does this have to do with her? There's clearly nothing wrong at all.
