Her small hands, which actually looked quite tiny, were much smaller than He Ziming's.
However, what would have been beautiful hands were marred with many scars and calluses.
He Ziming could feel that those scars, if they were on the face, would be somewhat perceptible.
He frowned.
Zhirou paused, feeling that He Ziming suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Why are there so many injuries on your hand?"
Zhirou said, "Did it hurt Young Master He? I'm sorry… My hands are like this because… I need to cook, do laundry, and household chores, so gradually they got scraped."
She tried to pull her hand back.
But he kept holding it, examining it without stopping.
"Enough, don't do these things anymore."
He stood up and said, "You should do less of these in the future."
"Ah?"
"A girl's hands shouldn't look like yours."
At that moment…
Secretary Chen suddenly entered.
Seeing He Ziming holding Zhirou's hand and inspecting it.
She stopped at the doorway, clearing her throat.
