"Okay."
The chaotic scene had already been controlled by the bodyguards Lin Zhenhua brought.
Lin Qinqin was in the lounge, and the coal boss was unrelenting, so Lin Qinqin couldn't leave for the time being.
"Qinqin, maybe you should leave first. I'll handle the aftermath," Fang Feixue looked at her hand, thinking, how can this drag on!
It looks very serious.
If they delay the best treatment time, what would happen?
"Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it alone..."
Just as she finished speaking, the lounge door was pushed open.
A tall figure barged into their view.
Lu Yin's thin lips were tightly pressed, and his gaze was locked on Lin Qinqin. Being stared at by him, Lin Qinqin unexpectedly felt a bit guilty.
Instinctively, she wanted to hide her hand.
It was already too late.
Lu Yin saw it. He frowned, quickly stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and bent over to look at her hand.
"Still not going to the hospital, waiting for your hand to heal by itself?"
