65 Blame It On My Good Looks

The two of them took the lift to the company cafeteria on the 7th level. When Li Li pressed the lift button, he glanced at Han Zhan's right hand again.

Recalling those nosy and disgusting comments about Han Zhan's right hand on the forum, Li Li felt slightly unhappy. He remained silent the entire time. Just as the lift was about to reach the ninth floor, he suddenly asked, "Mr. Han, your hand…"

Li Li couldn't continue.

He carefully sized up Han Zhan's reaction. Han Zhan would never remove his glove in public, showing that his handicapped right hand would always be a pain in his heart. Li Li couldn't bear to poke at Han Zhan's wound.

Hearing that Li Li only spoke a little before keeping quiet, Han Zhan glanced at him and saw that Li Li looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, and looked very guilty. Han Zhan finished his sentence for him. "You want to ask, how did I lose my fingers?"

Li Li nodded hesitantly. "Can I ask?"