Le Yao, who was lying on the ground, also heaved a sigh of relief. Only then did she realize that her palm was burning.
Nangong Jue couldn't care less. He hurriedly went over and helped Le Yao up. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"It's just a superficial wound. I'm fine." Le Yao shook her head.
However, Nangong Jue had already seen the grazes on Le Yao's palms. His expression immediately turned ugly. He took out his phone and sent a message. Then, he went over and opened the door of the sports car. He pulled the driver out and slapped him.
Ai Chen was stunned. She covered her face and looked at Nangong Jue, not knowing how to react.
Le Yao did not pity her at all. From the looks of it just now, this woman was clearly going to kill them.
"Ai Chen." Nangong Jue stared at Ai Chen like a demon. "From now on, you're fired."
