A hint of disapproval surfaced on Xia Qingtian's face.
She set the breakfast aside on a table, stepped forward and said, "You haven't fully recovered yet. You should rest more, put your work aside for now."
As she spoke, she reached out and tried to put down the files in Bo Jingyan's hands.
"Don't..."
This time, however, before her hands could even touch the files, they were clamped by a large hand.
Xia Qingtian felt a sharp pain in her wrist, as if her bones were being crushed.
Her eyebrows furrowed in response to the pain, and her face betrayed her agony. "Bo Jingyan, you're hurting me. Let go."
Seeing her pain, Bo Jingyan instinctively released her hand.
Then, recalling the information he found, his face filled with disgust. With a bone-chilling tone, he said, "Stay away."
Xia Qingtian staggered and very nearly fell.
Fortunately, she managed to steady herself by holding onto the table.