When everyone was gone, Lu Zhaoyang slumped to the floor. She touched her forehead, and was surprised by how hot it felt.
The weather was turning colder. She must have gotten a fever.
After awhile, she gathered her strength and stood up, left the documents on the table and went straight to Huo Yunting's office.
She had to apply for sick leave.
Behind the office doors was the man himself, casually reading a report.
As her footsteps drew nearer, Huo Yunting looked up at her.
Lu Zhaoyang stopped right in front of his desk and supported herself on it once again. She spoke with difficulty, "President, I'd like to apply for sick leave…"
Before she could finish, Huo Yunting stood up.
Lu Zhaoyang watched in confusion as he circled around his desk and walked towards her.
It was only a sick leave, what was he up to now?
