"OK... It's OK, my lord. I just ran into it on the way. It's OK. Nobody bullies me."
The executive looked at the wound on her forehead with pain. There was still some dust on it. He took out a clean cloth from the sleeve and helped her wipe it.
"Hiss, it hurts!" Yang Dieer cried bitterly.
The executive shrank his hand slightly and said, "Sorry, it's my heavy hand. I'll be light."
Yang Dieer pushed him away, frowning, and his mood was on the verge of collapse: "Don't worry about me, my lord. I will understand and tell you today that we are not suitable."
"Butterfly