Huo Zhanting's voice was filled with recognition and praise.
An Xuan's nose tingled, and he almost couldn't hold back his tears. He raised his hand to wipe them away, but because both of his hands were wrapped in thick bandages, the movement was awkward and tugged at his wounds, causing him to almost cry out in pain.
He endured the pain and forced a strained smile at Huo Zhanting, saying, "Mission accomplished without disgrace."
Huo Zhanting's gaze fell on his hands, which looked like they were wrapped like rice dumplings. He frowned but, before he could speak, An Xuan followed his gaze and saw him staring at his hands, prompting him to explain.
"It's not a big deal, just some scrapes. I actually think it's too exaggerated to wrap them like this, and it's inconvenient. This way, I won't be able to go to work at the company for a while." An Xuan said with a light sigh.
