Chapter 435: Open your hand, let me see

Chapter 435: Open your hand, let me see

Chapter 435: Open your hands, let me seeFollow current novels at novelhall.com)

Young Master is not in the habit of waiting for others.

Pan Yu's heart was agitated, and she nodded shyly, "Yes, I'll go right away."

Soph was brought back to the manor by the man in black, and Black Lincoln stopped in front of the fountain.

She opened the car door and stepped up the stairs into the castle.

He bumped into Pan Yu and Xu Xiaomin who were about to go out.

Su Fu paused and looked at Pan Yu who had changed out of her maid outfit with great interest. Not only had she changed her clothes, she had also changed her makeup.

Hair style has also been carefully styled, which shows that a lot of effort has been put into dressing up.

As he walked towards her, he smelled the faint fragrance emanating from her body, which seemed to be the sweetness of a girl.

Pan Yu subconsciously clenched her palms. The injury on her palms still seemed to be burning.

"Pan Yu, this is your first time on a business trip with the young master. Don't forget the rules I taught you. Do your best and serve the young master well. Do you understand?" Xu Xiaomin had a smile on his lips. Although his voice was soft, there was a hint of sternness in it.

Pan Yu lowered his head and nodded meekly, "Yes, I will definitely serve you well."

The conversation between the two contained a lot of information.

Shangguan Ling lazily raised his eyes and said, "Sit down."

sit?

Master asked her to sit down and talk?

Pan Yu nodded flattered, sat down carefully, put his hands on his knees nervously and uneasily, and looked at him shyly.

How is the injury on your hand?

The man's clear voice seemed to have a strange tenderness in his ears at this moment.

Pan Yus heart felt numb, and she shook her head slightly.

Shangguan Ling picked up the coffee, took a sip, and glanced at her coldly, "Open your hand, let me take a look."

Pan Yu raised his hand and opened his palm. The scars in his palm were still clear.

That's a whiplash.

Been whipped by Su Fu with a riding crop.

Does it still hurt? Shangguan Ling put down his coffee, his voice low and slow.

These three words hit the softest corner of Pan Yu's heart unexpectedly.

She did not feel wronged when she was beaten by Su Fu, but at this moment, she heard these three words.