"Ding—"
The elevator door opened and Qin Ran went in.
Butler Qin followed her in, and through the gap of the closing elevator door, he saw the Fourth Master and the others coming out of the conference room.
Only after the door fully closed did he finally look away and shake his head. "No, the Young Master can't participate. He has to rest for a few months," he said, dejected.
Craniotomy had a great impact on the nervous system.
Even if the medicine from the Research Institute was strong in recovery, he wouldn't let Qin Ling take the risk.
Her voice still calm and her eyes deep, Qin Ran said, "I didn't say he would."
On Saturday, not many people were in the company, so the elevator quickly reached the first floor.
Butler Qin widened his eyes in astonishment. Following her out, he saw Cheng Mu's car parked opposite. "But… if not the Young Master… then who…"
