However, after listening to the Little Secretary's words, I endured the pain and curled my lips, my dark eyes tinged with a hint of seductive charm.
"You sure have a temper, throwing the esteemed Deputy Manager like that... I wonder how many ribs I've broken!"
The Little Secretary, who almost put her hands on her hips to fight the injustice, was instantly stunned.
"What?"
Looking at the silly Little Secretary, Haiyang struggled to suppress his urge to laugh, furrowing his brows slightly with a pained expression on his handsome face.
"I said, my ribs might be broken. Not sure how long they'll need to heal. Of course... you can't escape the medical bills!"
Little Secretary: "..."
Seeing the disbelief openly displayed on the Little Secretary's face and the look of genuine poverty in her eyes, Haiyang curled his lips and silently chuckled.
As the Little Secretary glanced at him, Haiyang restrained his smile and restored a clearly pained expression.
