An Ziqi raised her hand to look; the crowd was too crowded, and she didn't know what she had bumped into. At this moment, there was a spot on the back of her hand where blood beads were oozing out.
"Are you okay?" Xia Tianxing asked concernedly.
An Ziqi shook her head, "It's nothing, probably some accessory on someone's clothing; it just accidentally pricked me a bit."
Her fingertip wiped the spot where the blood bead was emerging, revealing a needle-tip-sized wound underneath, and soon another bead of blood oozed out.
An Ziqi merely furrowed her brow slightly, wiped it again with her hand, and didn't give it further thought.
Upstairs, inside the CEO's office, Xiao Moli listened to the group of managers nearby reporting on their work, but his deep-set eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him.
His handsome brows were tightly furrowed, making the manager presenting feel anxious, unsure whether the CEO was satisfied or not.
