"You can't control that, the chairman is my grandpa!"
Zijun tilted her chin up, looking out the window, still wanting to control me, ignoring you.
"Cough cough, old rules, I've got a gift for you, cough cough..."
Su Sheng suddenly clutched his chest, he had meant to use the cough to defuse the awkwardness, but it triggered a real cough. Damn, could it be that there really was an issue with his body? Had he been too vigorous in his pursuits, leaving some sort of aftereffect? That wouldn't do, he still had a son and a half a daughter to think about. He was young, his body couldn't break down.
"What's wrong with you, are your injuries serious? Why haven't you gone to the hospital to get checked."
Zijun hurriedly turned around, her hand supporting the man's arm, and then immediately recoiled; not out of disgust, but fear of touching his wounds.
"How do you know I'm injured?"
