Di Jinye suddenly narrowed his eyes dangerously and asked in a deep voice, "Are you not worried about my health, but about yourself?"
Instantly, his previously pleasant mood turned into annoyed self-pity.
Cheng Ruowei noticed that Di Jinye was gripping her wrist tighter, he really was quick to anger.
Then, with a smile, she tried to appease him, "Who said I'm not concerned about your health? I have allergy ointment in my bag and was just about to go and get it for you."
"You're going to apply it yourself?"
Di Jinye focused on a rather bizarre point.
Hearing this, Cheng Ruowei thought for a moment that applying ointment was not such a difficult task.
"I'll apply it for you."
So, Di Jinye let go and sat back at his desk to wait for her.
Cheng Ruowei rushed back with the ointment in hand, prepared it with her fingertips, but hesitated just as she was about to apply it to Di Jinye.
"Mr. Di, could you please come over here?"