"Hiss—" Xia Lu tugged at the corner of her mouth, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, but as she lifted her head to glance at Zhou Mingchen, she immediately endured the pain.
Zhou Mingchen lightened his touch.
"Does it hurt?"
Nonsense, could it not hurt? The skin's been broken!
Thinking this, she merely shook her head.
This was not the time to fuss over such matters, especially as she had just witnessed several members of the Zhou Family arguing and parting on bad terms, undoubtedly leaving Zhou Mingchen in a less than pleasant mood.
Ten minutes earlier.
"Achen, how long have you been working on transferring the shares?" After dinner, Shao Meiru was still not giving up.
"It's done." Zhou Mingchen put his hands in his pockets, expressionless.