The meeting adjourned.
Su Yan walked towards the underground parking lot.
Earlier, she did hear Assistant Qian mention inviting everyone for a meal together.
As she walked, she remembered his wrist, red and burnt.
Her pace slowed down, hesitating, and instead of entering the underground parking lot, she turned towards the nearby mall.
Zheng Luan appeared in the underground parking lot.
Always silent.
The atmosphere around him was oppressive.
An Tong and An Su followed behind him, equally quiet, without a word.
Until they got into the car, An Su spoke up.
"Young Master, your arm is injured, you should go to the hospital for bandaging."
After a long pause, he finally spoke irritably.
"Go home."
An Su wanted to say something else, but the mood swings of this young master were unpredictable now.
Who knows when he might explode.
An Tong couldn't help but say,
"Young Master, your health is important."
