Subtle Influence
Besides the female secretaries and a few other women among her subordinates, none of them knew how to treat illnesses.
As for her male subordinates, forget whether they knew how—even if they did, they would not dare touch her.
Among the opposite sex, other than Shen Wuxiao, she could not find a second person who dared touch her.
The key was that she truly did not know whether Shen Wuxiao knew medicine. It seemed she had always been trapped in her preconceived impression of him.
Looking at the note in her hand, she sat blankly on the sofa.
No one knew what she was thinking about.
Before long, Shen Wuxiao came again.
He was carrying a small box in his hand.
He walked into the office without knocking.
"Old virgin, you're awake!" he said crisply.
Hearing Shen Wuxiao's voice, the distracted Xia Zhizhi abruptly raised her head.
The moment she saw him, her face immediately filled with anger. "Bastard, who let you in?"
Shen Wuxiao did not get angry either. He sighed. "I kindly brought you something to eat, and you start cursing the moment you open your mouth. Are you on Aunt Flo, or did menopause come early?"
Hearing those crude words, Xia Zhizhi froze and stared blankly at what he held.
Her expression was complicated, but she said nothing.
Shen Wuxiao pursed his lips, lifted the box in his hand, and said, "You don't need me to feed you, do you?"
Xia Zhizhi gritted her teeth. "I'm not eating anything you bought. Who knows what not clean stuff you put in it!"
Having said that, she turned her head away again.
Shen Wuxiao frowned. "You dead bitch, you've really been spoiled. Even if there's not clean stuff in it, it was put there by your black-hearted