At first, Sang Minglang was still thinking. 'Could it be that Shen Hanyu's condition had worsened?'
But on second thought, if Shen Hanyu had really done something, his sister should be in the hospital right now, not in this small coffee shop, alone and depressed.
He walked over and sat down opposite Sang Qianqian.
"What's wrong?" he asked, sizing her up. "Did Shen Hanyu bully you?"
"No, he didn't. Why would he bully me?"
Sang Qianqian forced a smile. "Brother, how did you get here so quickly? Didn't you say it would take 40 minutes to get here?"
"You suddenly called me so seriously and said that you had something to tell me. I thought about it and decided that your business is more important than the company."
Sang Minglang looked at his sister. "What is it? Why are you in such a bad mood?"
Sang Qianqian was silent for a few seconds. "Brother, I had a nightmare again."
