She didn't understand why he wasted his time on her. Couldn't he just go back to being the good Young Master of the Bo family?
Or was it because her revenge had been too ruthless, hurting his pride, and he couldn't rest until he got back at her? But what could she do, she didn't have the time to gradually give it back to him... to heal her wound.
The daylight outside the window was already bright, and looking at the clock, it was already eight forty, working hours had come.
The door was gently knocked, and the female assistant came in with documents, her mouth agape at the scene before her, frozen like a wooden chicken.
Li Qiyu gestured with her index finger to her lips, signaling silence.
The assistant snapped out of it and was about to leave...
Li Qiyu gestured for her to come over and, in silence, had the assistant fetch the anesthetic from the drawer. She always carried an anesthetic pistol when out, so the drawer was always stocked with the drug.
