Zhang Te turned his head, intending to ask, "Mr. Han, do you have any other instructions?" However, as soon as he caught sight of Han Jingnian's face, he raised his hand in shock, pointing at Han's face and stuttered, "Han, Han, Han..."
Despite several attempts to say 'Han', he couldn't form a complete sentence. Meanwhile, Han Jingnian, seated at his desk, began to notice something amiss on his face. He furrowed his brows and touched his nose, only to find it slick and sticky. Shortly after, a droplet of blood fell from his fingertip, landing heavily onto a document on his desk.
"Han, Mr. Han, you, you, you're bleeding from your nose!" Recovering from his surprise, Zhang Te hurriedly scrambled to the desk, grabbed a box of tissues, and handed it to Han Jingnian.
Han Jingnian stared at the bloodstain on the document, frozen for a few seconds, before reaching out to take two tissues to wipe the blood from his nose.
