"If you don't want to stay, just leave."
Ning Che didn't think much else and was ready to pack up Lin Yi's things and leave.
But while the speaker might not have intended much, the listener might take it to heart.
These words sounded particularly grating to the ears of Xu Jianshe and others.
They felt uneasy and embarrassed.
It was quite obvious that it was about themselves.
But even now, they were still in the dark.
They were curious about Lin Yi's identity.
They had a vague feeling that this time they might have bitten off more than they could chew.
"Are you sure your arm is okay?" Yang Zhengqing asked with concern:
"Otherwise, I can call someone to arrange a comprehensive check for you."
"Don't worry, leader. It's nothing, just some superficial wounds," Lin Yi said with a smile.
It was just a few stitches, and the nerves weren't damaged. For Lin Yi, it was nothing serious at all.
