However, Jiang Beiyu might not agree, as a young master born with a silver spoon, he was likely too proud to take advantage of such a situation.
At the least, he would offer a salary.
The next second, Su Nanzhi heard a response, "Okay then."
Su Nanzhi: "..."
She had misjudged him after all.
But for now, Su Nanzhi wasn't short on money.
The injuries on her body were real, the anhinga, although a failed product, was genuinely strong in combat. Not only had it scratched her during the fight, but it had also bitten her on the forearm.
A slight pull up of the sleeve was enough to reveal it.
Right now, she was wearing a loosely-fitted hospital gown, and the room was also well-heated.
She moved her hand, and Jiang Beiyu perceptively noticed the wound on her forearm.
Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist, gently but swiftly pulling up the sleeve, where a reddish-brown bite mark on her pale, delicate wrist was particularly striking.
