Yang Qian was furious, but in the end she still called out to her, "Yanyan, about me and Young Master Su, about Young Master Su, don't tell Director Jiang for now. I'm worried she won't be able to handle it."
Yanyan gave her a surprised look and almost laughed. "You're overthinking it. Director Jiang has a boyfriend already, what's there she can't handle? Besides, are you really together with Young Master Su? Because it doesn't look like it to me."
As she spoke, Yanyan glanced at her hand and said, "You scalded this hand with boiling water again yourself, doesn't it hurt?"
Yang Qian's face changed drastically. "You—you're talking nonsense. This wound is obviously because the ointment was bad and caused it to fester."
"Then who was the one in the office that day pouring boiling water on her own hand? Looked like you to me." Yanyan blinked as she spoke.
