Looking at the call from Bi Qingyun on the phone, Bi Xia expressionlessly hung up directly, then blocked the number.
"Boss, who was it?" Sitting in front of Bi Xia, Meng Chi turned his head and asked.
"A dog," he said lightly, raising his eyes to look at Meng Chi. His gaze shifted to Meng Chi's shoulder, and he couldn't help but frown slightly, "How's your shoulder?"
Glancing at his own shoulder, Meng Chi smiled and shook it, "It's all better."
Bi Xia nodded, a bit unhappy, "Don't be so impulsive next time."
Smiling, Meng Chi nodded. He knew what Bi Xia was referring to: the last time he went to the Meng Group, he was too impulsive, moved too aggressively, which caused the almost-healed wound to reopen, delaying his recovery by half. Now his shoulder was still wrapped in bandages.
