Startled for a moment, she quickly walked over, "Chicheng."
Cao Muyun bent down, picked up the documents off the floor, and placed them back on the coffee table.
Then she raised her head to look at Ji Chicheng and spoke cautiously, "Her foot seems to be seriously injured, you should hurry up and go check on her."
Ji Chicheng's face was grim, silent, his hands clenched into fists, the veins on the back of them bulging, exuding an intimidating and fierce aura.
Cao Muyun dared not say anything more. She reached out to take a document from those she had just picked up and started to read it, her head lowered.
"I need to finish all these tasks today, my flight is the day after tomorrow morning."
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng picked up his phone and, with an order to Cao Muyun, got up and strode towards the main door.
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