"I'll go back when I want to. If you follow me again without my permission, you know what will happen!" He Che ignored the silent Chen Cang, said what he wanted to say, put out his cigarette, and prepared to leave.
He had hardly taken a few steps when Chen Cang called out to him: "Boss..."
He Che halted but did not turn around.
Chen Cang watched his retreating figure, hesitated for a while, but eventually asked about something she had noticed the moment she saw him. "Boss, your arm is bleeding. Are you hurt? Do you need me to..."
"It's nothing." He Che dismissed with three words and left.
Standing still, Chen Cang tightly clasped the small medicine bottle in her hand, a hint of gloom flickering in her eyes. Her boss was perfect in all aspects, except he was too naive in relationships. So naive...it could be called stupid.
A taxi happened to pass by. He Che hailed it, and once inside, he rolled up his sleeve to reveal a bite mark on his arm.
