Bai Yiran hadn't eaten much in the morning, and it had already digested by now. Even if she wanted to vomit, nothing would come out, so she could only bend over, painfully dry heaving.
Leng Yichen supported her with a pained expression, though his words were reproachful, "Don't you know your condition? With so many people under you, why do you need to meet clients yourself?"
Moreover, it was with an unseemly man.
Bai Yiran felt so uncomfortable that tears began to fall, and she leaned weakly against Leng Yichen.
The police arrived quickly. The other party, not wanting to make a big fuss, repeatedly told the police it was a misunderstanding, even claiming the injuries were self-inflicted.
However, their concession did not earn Leng Yichen's forgiveness. How things were to be handled thereafter was up to Leng Yichen, and Bai Yiran did not inquire, but she knew it wouldn't end well for them.
