Seeing Lin Yixun come out with cleaning tools, Ouyang Hao strode to the sofa and sat down, "Make it clean, I don't like messiness."
Lin Yixun crouched down and picked up the glass shards one by one into the trash can. She kept comforting herself in her heart, compared to Nightshade, this job was much better.
Lin Yixun, you can't be too greedy.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her fingertip. Lin Yixun snapped out of her thoughts and looked down to see bright red liquid slowly oozing from her fingertip. Just as she was about to get up, a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the floor.
"Why are you so clumsy? You can't even handle such a simple task?" Ouyang Hao's tone was harsh, his face looking as if Lin Yixun owed him eight million dollars. He suddenly let go of her and commanded before turning to leave, "Wait here, don't move!"
After a while, the man came down from upstairs with a medical kit in hand.
