Jiangwan Villa Complex, private hospital.
Jiang Zhihan woke up unexpectedly.
Fang Yan, who could not go home because his boss had suddenly fainted, appeared in the private ward not long after.
"Mr. Jiang."
"Song Qingyou-"
Jiang Zhihan had just woken up, and his mind was still a little groggy, so he blurted out Song Qingyou's name.
"Nothing major has happened to Miss Song recently. Do you want to contact her?"
Every time the boss woke up, the person he cared about the most was Song Qingyou. Fang Yan was used to it by now.
Jiang Zhihan waved his hand, "No need. What time is it now?"
"7:30."
"Prepare my clothes. I want to go back to the old mansion."
The Jiang family's New Year's banquet would only start at eight o'clock. He could still make it in time if he went over now.
Jiang Zhihan stretched his limbs and sat up. Then, he realized that Fang Yan was still here today.
"Why didn't you go back?"
