41 It Had Nothing to Do with Me

Ye Yuwei would rather sell her blood for money than beg him for help. Gu Juexi suddenly lost his temper.

Looking at the nurse pricking the needle into her arm, he felt like the needle was pricking at his heart. The pain was familiar, yet stifling.

He stomped angrily toward her and held her arm in his firm grip. Losing focus, the nurse was shocked with the sudden movement, the needle broke her skin. Blood oozed instantly from the wound.

"What are you doing?" Gu Juexi asked, knowing the answer, his gaze locked on her bleeding arm.

"I am selling my blood. CEO has never seen it before, have you? You are lucky today. You have the privilege to see this for free." Ye Yuwei curved her lips slightly, pulled her arm from his grasp and put it through the reception window again. Her cold voice was painful to the ear and full of sarcasm.

"Ye Yuwei, watch your…"