That spot—just one shot, and a strong man could spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair!
When his eyes narrowed slightly, his face appeared cold and distant. His fingertip gently pressed on the area she mentioned, the warmth easing the stiffness of the small woman's waist. His thin lips tightened into a straight line. "You really don't need my help with the Lemon matter?"
"Hm?"
Rong Yan felt so comfortable that she almost wanted to sleep. She let out a little yawn, her eyelids halfway closed, her voice lethargic, "No need, I've already taken care of it."
Li Shengxiao's eyes were bottomless, his voice deep, "In the future, you'll encounter countless situations just like Lemon Entertainment's, maybe even more difficult ones. Are you planning to handle every single one by yourself?"
