Zhao Yang touched his temple and sighed. He then slowly looked at Chu Feng, who was still kneeling on the floor, not knowing what to do.
The girl's face looked like she didn't know anything Zhao Yang was thinking about.
"...anyway, leave it to me. You can go now. Take care of your friends." Zhao Yang waved his hand, chasing Chu Feng away. Even though he helped her, it didn't mean he was fond of her.
He still kept his decision to fire the girl.
Chu Feng's pupil trembled slightly. The pale-skinned girl nodded weakly, looking like a defeated loser.
"Alright, boss. Thank you...thank you." Chu Feng held back the tears at the edge of her eyes. She knew she had lost the game, and the punishment would soon follow, but as long as her friends were safe…
She didn't care.
"Hum. Go. I still have some matters to take care of." Zhao Yang impatiently waved his hand, wanting the girl to disappear from his sight. The longer he looked at Chu Feng, the more he felt his wounds ache.
