Jiang Qingli waved to the person outside the car.
Only after she opened the door and got out did she notice the young man's pale face.
A piece of gauze was taped to his forehead. Its stark white color diluted his usual cool aloofness, adding a touch of frailness.
Jiang Qingli frowned with concern and asked softly, "How did you get hurt?"
"It's nothing." Yuan Shiyao shook his head. "Just a small matter."
'What kind of 'small matter' could do this to an S-level male?'
Jiang Qingli wanted to ask more, but she caught sight of Qiao Lan approaching out of the corner of her eye. Out of respect for her friend's privacy, she swallowed her words.
"President." Qiao Lan walked closer and smiled at her. "The meeting is about to start."
"Let's head over then."
Jiang Qingli took a step forward to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with her, while Yuan Shiyao fell a step behind.
