Sheng Jiaoyang was hesitating until she suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

“Jing Weinan!” She hurried over.

Jing Weinan was carrying a lunchbox to the elevator. Oh? Wasn’t he injured?

When Jing Weinan saw Sheng Jiaoyang, surprise flashed across his eyes. He had not heard about her arrival. If the big boss knew about it, he should have been in a good mood today.

“Since you’re heading up, let’s head up together.” Sheng Jiaoyang walked up to his side and started following him.

Jing Weinan quickly glanced at her, and without any replies, he scanned his fingerprint to open the VIP elevator’s door.

“I heard that you were injured. Where were you injured?” Sheng Jiaoyang asked, so as to avoid the awkwardness.

When he heard the question, Jing Weinan unconsciously raised his free hand to his chest. The very next moment, he noticed his own reaction and put his hand back down.

But Sheng Jiaoyang had seen his reaction, and her eyes widened in surprise, “Do you have an internal injury?” A little further below that area would be his heart.

“I only got a gunshot injury,” Jing Weinan...