Mo Yan couldn't figure out who had hurt their CEO, thinking whoever did must have had the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard. These days, there weren't many in Z Country who dared to even look the CEO in the eyes for a few seconds.
When the CEO had called him to bring the medical kit, Mo Yan had thought someone else had been injured.
Zhou Jin remained silent, the atmosphere chillingly cold.
Mo Yan felt a bit awkward, then suddenly had an excellent idea, "CEO, I've got a great plan. You're injured, so now you can call Miss Li to come and see you. Women always fall for playing victim—I believe Miss Li will definitely feel sorry for you, then the two of you can make up."
Mo Yan was quite pleased with his great idea, looking at the man as if to say, praise me quickly, CEO, but the next second his hand trembled, because his CEO glanced at him with slightly lifted eyelids, making it feel like a knife scrape.
What had he said wrong?
