Nan Ke was left in the corner, trying to imitate the pitiful look of Huo Yunxiao. He raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth and let out a cry of pain, "Ouch! It hurts!"
Huo Yunxiao remained expressionless. "Agang, give him some medicine."
"Yes, CEO." Agang sat across from Nan Ke with a tray in his hand. Nan Ke looked at Agang's ice-cold face, which was just like Huo Yunxiao's, and swallowed his saliva. The problem was that Agang was serious like Huo Yunxiao, but his looks were not the same! Agang looked like a piece of wood, with a straight face. How could he be applying medicine? He looked like he was going to give Nan Ke a knife.
Unfortunately, Agang still obediently followed Huo Yunxiao's orders. He picked up a cotton ball and dipped it in the medicine, saying seriously, "Mr. Nan, don't worry, my technique is very professional."
