Si Yuhuan, who descended from the Bentley, still had white adhesive tape on the back of his hand from where he'd forcefully removed an IV needle. It completely clashed with his domineering aura and looked somewhat ludicrous.
His white shirt was casually unbuttoned by two buttons at the top, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms, but the numerous bloodstains covering them were somewhat horrifying.
Long legs clad in suit pants strode quickly toward Jian Xi.
He had just placed his hand on Jian Xi's when she contemptuously shook it off.
"Please have some self-respect in public, Director Si," she chastised.
If it weren't for the fear of another car accident, Jian Xi really would have sped off to get away from this annoying pest.
Si Yuhuan sighed helplessly. "I'll take you home."
He didn't trust her driving. After all, she had just been through a car accident—a brush with death. If something happened, Grandpa would definitely blame him.
