Although the other subordinates were all shocked, all of them sat still and did not dare to speak.
Some of the blood was on the table, while some of it was still around his mouth. Feng Shengxuan stretched out his hand, causing the blood that had converged into a single rivulet to drip onto his slightly raised fingers. They left a stark imprint on his slender, white fingers before slowly sliding down his fingertips.
"Big Brother, what happened to you?"
Zhong Nuannuan had heard the subordinate's cry and frowned.
"Did you vomit blood? Is your stomach in pain? Did you not properly take any of the medication I had prepared for you?"
"Who says I'm vomiting blood?" Feng Shengxuan's sharp gaze swept across the meeting room. The entire room fell silent and no one dared to speak again.
"I heard you spurt as well as someone's cry of alarm."
