Bao Ye was indeed busy.
Feeling her movements, he didn't even lift his eyelids, his hands kept typing, and his thin lips uttered a single word: "Speak."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
So cold, sob sob.
She quietly withdrew her hand: "It's nothing, you go ahead and be busy, I was just a bit thirsty, I'll go get a drink myself."
After saying that, she was just about to brace her legs to stand up.
Actually, she had tried moving earlier, and she could walk normally, it's just that the bruises on her knees looked severe and quite scary.
Just as Jiang Ruan's foot hadn't touched the ground yet, the man beside her reached out to press her shoulder, while also setting down his laptop.
Bao Ye frowned and said: "Wait."
Jiang Ruan blinked her eyes and saw him leave.
It wasn't long before Bao Ye returned.
He was followed by two servants.
One was carrying a folding table, and the other was holding a tray with fruits and nuts of all sorts.
