章 241: Wheel Of Fate

Yun Qing peeled the apple and handed it to Huo Chuan.

Huo Chuan tried to reach out to take it, but as his uninjured hand moved, his injured hand began to hurt.

"Hiss—"

Huo Chuan frowned in pain and groaned.

Yun Qing frowned slightly. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes." Huo Chuan looked at Yun Qing, aggrieved. He did not look like the President of the Huo Corporation at all. "Can you..."

Huo Chuan hesitated for a long time, but he still could not finish the second half of his sentence.

When she took in his pleading look, Yun Qing quickly understood. She helplessly picked up the fruit knife and the small plate on the side and carefully divided the apple into small pieces. Then, she took out a toothpick and forked an apple. She brought it to Huo Chuan's mouth.

"Thank you." Huo Chuan was overjoyed, but he still maintained his composure on the surface.

"Cut the crap."