"Don't worry, it's being handled."
From the other end of the phone came the sound of a woman moaning.
Although I didn't know who was on the other end, I silently hung up the phone.
I saw the little girl who had just been crying, now stopped, staring at me with her big, round eyes.
My nerves finally eased, and I felt a painful itch in my palm. Glancing down, I saw my left hand was covered in bloodstains.
It must've been when I hit Director Wang with the craftwork that I accidentally cut myself on the shards.
I found a first-aid kit in the room, treated my wound quickly, and the girl, making herself quite at home, helped me bandage it up before tending to her own injuries.
"Do you know me?" I asked, voicing my inner confusion. After nearly getting myself wrecked for her, surely I deserved to know who she was.
Moreover, the companions on this yacht were mostly introduced by Sister Su, so knowing Sister Su wasn't surprising, but knowing me was unexpected.