Small injury

Ding took quick strides towards the dining room and arrived to see Lian feeding Guangli. He grit his teeth in anger at the sight and Lian looked up, eyes locking with his.

"Boss... you're up."

Ding raised a bloody finger and pointed at the guy beside him," What is he doing here?"

Hearing the tone of his voice, Lian set the bowl on his hand down.

"He got injured so I thought..."

"...that you'd just bring a stranger into my house, have him sit on my chairs, feed him my food and dress him in the clothes that I bought?"

Lian bit his bottom lip not daring to say anything. With how the veins on Ding's forehead spread, it wouldn't be wise to anger him further.

Guangli spat on the table and stood up, leisurely walking towards him," Aren't you being a bit too petty for someone swimming in money?"

Ding snorted," So what if am being petty? It's my money is it not?"