The plane landed in Country C.
Perhaps it was the flight, or the continuous events and business meetings Fei Chuan had attended over the past few days, but his head was starting to spin.
He took his medicine and leaned back against the car seat.
Assistant Cheng, who had been attentive to him, couldn't help but comment. "Sir, you've been going in and out of the country nonstop. Why not take a few days off? You're looking pale again."
Fei Chuan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them abruptly. "Do I?"
"Yes. You look even paler than before."
Fei Chuan frowned slightly. When he arrived at the hotel, he checked himself in the mirror. He'd started feeling unwell after the Lin family's banquet, but it was mostly just occasional dizziness. Now, he did look paler compared to when he first arrived in the country.
Was it because of the constant flights and endless banquets?
