Zhou Lin couldn't stand it, walked over with a cold face, bent down to pick her up, and strode into Zhang Yuanheng's office.
They had become regulars here recently.
Zhang Yuanheng had gotten used to it. He set down whatever he was holding and walked over. After glancing at Cheng Zhiwei's complexion, he asked, "Where does the Young Madam feel uncomfortable?"
Cheng Zhiwei sat on the couch and extended her hand, "Cut by glass."
She opened her palm, revealing a hand full of blood.
Zhang Yuanheng immediately brought over a medical kit, checked the wound first, then treated it, and admonished, "Remember not to get it wet."
Cheng Zhiwei pointed to the blood stains on her trousers, "Could you have a nurse take care of these as well?"
The blood stains had already dried, presenting a dark red color.
Zhang Yuanheng's scalp tingled, and he quickly added, "With so many wounds, did the Young Madam roll in broken glass?"
