Lost in thought, he carried her and set her down onto the broad CEO's desk, knelt down, and slowly rolled up her torn pants.
Indeed, the skin on her tender, snow-white knees had been scraped, displaying bruises and traces of blood.
His fingers hadn't even touched the wound; he merely brushed by it and she yelped in pain: "Hiss, it hurts—"
Seeing the extent of her fall, he became slightly irritated, his tone akin to that of a strict father scolding a child: "One of these days, I really need to take you to get your head examined properly."
"It's just a fall, why check my head?" she complained with pouty dissatisfaction.
"Only someone with an undeveloped cerebellum falls all the time."
"..."
The secretary knocked and entered, catching sight of Jiayi seated on the solemn and dignified desk normally used by the Boss for negotiations with clients, and couldn't help but be taken aback, quickly realizing:
