"Mr. Bo, Mom let me in and I'm already under Dad's pressure. Even if you don't value it, when Dad comes down later, he'll inevitably argue with Mom a bit..."
"Does your hand feel uncomfortable?"
Bo Yunshen's voice was faint, causing Qin Yan's prepared words to stop in her throat.
She glanced at Bo Yunshen suspiciously. After all, this was the first time he'd shown such overt concern for her.
"It's nothing. I'll just apply some medicine later. Mr. Bo, if you truly care about my hand, please cooperate and let me treat your wound."
Bo Yunshen unconsciously returned with a cold laugh, "Qin Yan, who do you think you are?"
"How could I care about you?"
"That's true. I suppose if I did care, it would only be because if your hand suffered any problems, Dad would make me chop off my right hand to give to you!"
Qin Yan's already pale face grew even whiter.
She gripped the tweezers tighter, unsure whether to raise her hand or not, yet she clenched her palm.