Liancheng Yazhi glanced at him and said,"I told you to drive, so you drove the Pixiu."
Secretary Zhou stole a glance at Liancheng Yazhi. Why did he feel that after the young master woke up from his injury, he seemed to be more powerful than before? when he was ordered by him, he would subconsciously carry it out and did not dare to slack off at all.
It was still bright outside, and Liancheng Yazhi did not know what time it was. He looked at the sun in the sky. It was probably in the afternoon.
Suddenly, the wound on his forehead hurt. Liancheng Yazhi quickly lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
He asked Secretary Zhou,"the wound on my forehead, hehe."
Secretary Zhou did not wait for him to finish and said, " young master, the wound on your forehead needs to be checked at the hospital tomorrow. There might be side effects from the concussion.
Liancheng Yazhi held his forehead and wondered how he got this injury.