He didn't have the heart to ask why she wasn't wearing it now; he was waiting for Song Yanwu to return with the gauze to bandage her up, and then he would ask her what had happened.
An injury out of the blue didn't make sense, luckily the wound wasn't too deep, just a bit of blood—what if it had been deeper? An accident in the company still seemed unlikely, right?
Soon, Song Yanwu came back to the office with the gauze and handed it to Ling Tianyu.
"Bear with it a little," Ling Tianyu said to Duan Yanran, instructing her as he pulled out the gauze and wrapped it around her slender waist, then helped her sit up.
"What happened?" Ling Tianyu asked, tossing the unused gauze onto the glass table and frowning deeply.
An injury during a meeting? Surely no one came to the company to kill, did they? That would be far too bold, wouldn't it?