Nan Yu, with her head lowered, could feel the deadly stare from Nan Zhou bearing down from above her, along with his domineering presence.
She forcibly calmed herself down, slowly raised her head, and met his gaze.
She adjusted her glasses frame and spoke softly, "Young Master, I am Li Yingying from the acupuncture department, assigned by the director to perform acupuncture for the madam."
Nan Zhou was a whole head taller than Nan Yu, and when he looked down at her, it was as if Death itself was staring back at her.
"Acupuncture department?"
Nan Yu's hand, hidden in her sleeve, clenched into a fist while she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Yes, acupuncture might be effective for the madam's condition, so I came to perform acupuncture on the madam."
The silent security guard next to them interjected, "Young Master, do you not recognize this Doctor Li? She said you asked her to come."
