Fearing a quarrel, an extraneous character Schreyer said with an American accent, "She must have some injuries, she's walking oddly."
Having said that, he bent over to hand Mr. Xu some ointment and iodine, not daring to look directly at this man.
Leh Ying subconsciously nodded.
Xu Jingxi's hand emerged from his trousers' pocket, unpressed anger arbitrarily flaring up more intensely, with veins on the back of his hand contracting, wanting to slap this rough man with a fierce bearded face.
"No manners."
Schreyer didn't back away, waiting for the slap to come.
His anger was visible to the naked eye.
His entire being was cold, aloof, and heartless.
Then, Xu Jingxi picked up a chair and sat down in front of her.
Don't ever provoke him, keep it in mind. Since ancient times, tyrants love to hear pleasant words. Although he saw through them, if he was in a good mood, he might show great mercy. The young girl quickly moved her leg into his lap, "Sir, my knee… my knee."
