Wang Pandi glanced around the office, taking it all in. The other person entered without closing the door, which gave her a sense of relief, and she sat down by the side.
Yang Zhigang entered and headed straight for the cabinet, bending down to pull out a first aid kit from the very bottom.
"Found it…" He smiled. Although there was no conversation on the way back, he couldn't help but keep observing her, and soon noticed her hand seemed unnatural. It was only after looking closely did he realize she was injured.
The young girl didn't cry or complain; she didn't say a word the whole way, showing remarkable resilience.
Yang Zhigang couldn't help but feel a bit of affection toward her. Without knowing why, almost as if possessed, he brought her to the office.
It was only when he held the first aid kit, intending to help her apply medicine and bandage the wound, that he realized something was amiss. This… alone together…
"Can you manage…?" Of course, she couldn't…
