"Include nutritional and emotional damage compensation, plus loss of work fees, and calculate my loss of work fees according to the highest standard." Qhianqhian calmly held An Hao as she left, showing no intention of saving Han Chen's face.
Han Chen watched Qhianqhian leave, and could only smile bitterly.
He had served in the military, so he knew that sometimes even if you get hit, it doesn't show. But he never thought that even a kid like An Hao would know these things.
It seems he underestimated this pair of siblings.
Once in the car, Elvis looked at the white lump on An Hao's hand and gasped loudly, "It's that serious?"
"Three stitches, quickly go back to get Yan for treatment. I just took pictures of the wound, and with the medical report, we don't need to worry." Qhianqhian nodded, looking at An Hao's small hand, cradling it in pain.
An Hao seriously patted Qhianqhian's hand, "Sis, it doesn't hurt."
