C248 A Broken Hand as a Warning

Zhou Weiyu's tears streamed down, her lips marred with bite marks from the stress.

Soong Yang approached and gently wiped her face with his finger.

"Don't cry," he whispered soothingly, "I've got this."

His words served as a calming balm, and Zhou Weiyu nodded with determination.

Turning away, Soong Yang's expression turned to frost.

"Do you want to serve the drinks?" the boss sneered