The gaze did not linger on Ye Xinluo for too long and directly returned to its place.
When she came to her senses, she glanced at her, said nothing, and was about to turn and leave.
Qin Yin was dressed in a beige knee-length dress, with five-centimeter high heels on her feet, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her face looked somewhat pale.
Seeing her, Ye Xinluo furrowed her brows slightly, quickly stepped forward, noticing her face didn't look well, and spoke with some concern, "Why did you come to work? Your injuries haven't healed yet. You should rest a few more days at home."
Qin Yin shook her head and replied, "It's nothing, those small injuries are not a big deal."
"Really?" She furrowed her brows, lightly touched her back, which instantly hurt quite a bit, but she still held back from speaking.
