Nanrong Wanqing's lips parted slightly: "Say what?"
"Say..." Ling Chen's eyes darted as he smiled, "If you were no longer the chairman of Hongyu Group, what would you most want to do?"
"I haven't thought about it."
"It's never too late to think about it now since we have plenty of time."
"I want to..." As soon as the words left her mouth, Nanrong Wanqing's complexion suddenly changed, her brows furrowed slightly, biting her lip corner as if enduring pain.
Seeing this, Ling Chen was startled and quickly lifted the corner of her garment to inspect the wound on her waist. Perhaps because it had been soaked by the rain, the herbal medicine had lost its effect, and the wound had flared up again.
He hurriedly picked up her delicate body, laid her on the back seat of the car, then dashed out into the downpour to bring back the several Purple Bellflower plants he had left behind.
