In the office.
The assistant asked as she helped Shen Yan bandage the wound," President, do you want to handle it?"
This "treatment" referred to Tang Li.
Shen Yan lay on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the glass in the French window and his voice was calm." No need."
On the coffee table, balls of were thrown onto the coffee table. The assistant wrapped the gauze around Shen Yan's chest and said," Song Qing Nan Ren brought someone to find an explanation."
The gauze was soaked in blood again. Shen Yan's voice was not emotional." What are you looking for?"
"Say, he's the third young man outside. He's carrying your seed..." The assistant packed up the medical kit and stood respectfully.
"Heh."Shen Yan Leng scoffed," Who can conceive my Shen Yan's seed?"
The assistant asked," The President
