"CEO, how are you? Are you okay?"
Ye Xian supported his arm, looking at him with a face full of worry. Bo Tingshen's trembling figure swayed slightly, and he collapsed onto her body. His low, magnetic voice was weak and floating as he forced himself to say, "No... nothing's wrong..."
What do you mean 'nothing's wrong'?
When have I ever seen him so weak?
Ye Xian gently adjusted his arm, then immediately heard him gasp sharply beside her ear, as if enduring some great pain. It was the kind of sound that made her heart feel tightly clenched by an invisible hand. She put his arm over her neck, supporting his waist with both hands, and started walking towards the exit, "CEO, hang on, I'll take you to a hospital."
Lu Cen: "Ye Xian..."
"Move aside!"
"I..."
As they passed by him, Lu Cen clearly saw the injured man's lips curve into a subtle, provocative smile, passing in a glance.
He was stunned.
What?
