Nie Jiao had made dozens of calls to Su Jian without an answer, so he went straight to her studio to find her.
Su Jian looked at Nie Jiao as he barged in, her eyebrows slightly knitted.
Nie Jiao gave her a mischievous smile. "I told you I know your boss Su, don't believe me? Ask her yourself."
Zhang Lulu looked guilty and hung her head as she spoke softly, "I'm sorry, Boss Su, I failed to stop him again..."
Su Jian felt the door was somewhat redundant, but she couldn't blame Zhang Lulu. A smile tucked at the corner of her mouth, she said, "It's okay, go make a cup of tea for Mr. Nie."
Nie Jiao's gaze fell on her bandaged hands, and he squinted his eyes, "Let me have a look at your hands..."
He made a move to reach for her, but Su Jian cleverly dodged, "My hands are fine, thank you for your concern, Mr. Nie."