Old Injury
Her eyes began to glaze over, as if she wanted nothing more than to tear Shen Wuxiao apart.
Her breathing was rapid, her gaze unfocused.
At last, she could no longer hold herself up and was about to collapse onto the table.
Shen Wuxiao reacted swiftly, immediately stepping forward and wrapping an arm around her slender waist.
He pulled her into his arms.
Xia Zhizhi's delicate brows were tightly furrowed, and she looked to be in great pain.
Seeing this, her subordinates immediately stepped forward.
Her secretary rushed over even faster.
Holding her, Shen Wuxiao raised a hand to her neck, then pressed it against her chest.
Very soft.
Yuzhu widened her eyes. After sweeping a glance around the room, she hurriedly said, "What are you doing? Take your hand off her!"
Shen Wuxiao ignored her.
Instead, he muttered, "Fuck, I thought you were trying to scam me!"
"You suffered such serious injuries, yet you still haven't recovered."
"Getting so angry just now even stirred up your internal injuries. That's fucking outrageous!"
Shen Wuxiao could still handle this kind of problem.
He swept Xia Zhizhi into his arms in a princess carry.
He said to Xia Zhizhi's subordinates, "Find me somewhere private. Don't drag your feet!"
The others did not see it that way.
He was holding their young lady and asking for somewhere private—wasn't he about to explore the mysteries of life?
Examine her.
"Put down our young lady!" The others all stepped forward to block him.
Shen Wuxiao could not be bothered to waste words. His aura spread outward.
A wave of force burst out, nearly overturning the entire venue.
Secretary Yuzhu fell to the ground. She could have stopped him, yet for some inexplicable reason, she did not move.
Still, she shouted, "Let go of