When she saw the man sitting on the sofa at the end of the bed, she exclaimed in a low voice, "You!... Zayn?"
Another man sitting in the room was in Zayn.
Zayn was wearing a dark blue shirt, which outlined his good body. There was a heating in the room. These rich and powerful business celebrities were wearing shirts even in winter. This was the sign of their identity! There was no thermal jacket!
Zayn was smoking. The blue and white smoke rose faintly, floating in his complicated and lonely eyes. "Nia, I don't know how you won my son's favor. He shouted that he wanted to see you, so I asked my assistant to bring you here. You don't have to go back to the hospital to work in the future. As a private nurse of the Ali Enterprises, you are mainly responsible for the management."
