"Because you are my secretary, that's precisely why I should care more. You're my right-hand woman, you know?"
"I know..." Shen Yu smiled bitterly.
The sound of fireworks popping could be heard in her ears.
Across the corridor, the remnants of the fireworks could be seen at the end.
For some reason, an intense wave of emotion surged in her heart.
She slowly lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the wound on her knee.
It was a large abrasion, the skin peeled away, but only a superficial bleed.
Beyond that abrasion, there were several bruises on her slender legs.
No wonder she walked with a limp—it turned out she was injured.
Nan Juefeng frowned, "Don't move, I'll find someone to treat your wound."
He stepped forward with his long legs, about to leave.
"President, wait a moment!"
Shen Yu bit her lip, as if bracing herself for something.
