Jiayi struggled to prop up her limp body, "Let it be."
Huo Zhenyang gave her a sidelong glance. This girl, why was she so kind-hearted towards others, yet a disobedient little wild cat when it came to himself? Couldn't she see that Gao Ziming was acting, crying and begging?
He turned slightly, bending down a bit, and without any concern for Gao Ziming's presence — since he knew about their relationship, it didn't matter — he leaned close to the girl's feverishly red ear, teasingly taunting,
"With such a compassionate heart, I should send you to Africa to volunteer."
Jiayi glanced at the pitifully crying Gao Ziming and mustered her energy, her voice weak, "I'm not sympathizing with Vice President Gao, it's just that ... his children and elders are always innocent, and when you fire one person, you might ruin the futures of several others."
