Two male employees quickly arrived and carefully lifted the unconscious Bo Yeyuan onto the bed as if they were handling a fragile and precious item, terrified that the slightest bump might be their doom. If Bo Yeyuan weren't unconscious, they wouldn't even dare come close to him.
"BOSS, it seems that Emperor Bo is running a high fever," the female assistant, who hadn't left, observed keenly.
Li Qiyu's legs had gone numb from being used as his pillow all night, and she pursed her lips, "I know, you all may leave. Also, notify everyone that there will be a shareholder meeting in twenty minutes."
"BOSS, should I clean up the glass shards on the floor for you?" the female assistant asked eagerly, her eyes shining, before she left.
That was where Emperor Bo had knelt, after all. She wanted to carefully collect them, still stained with Emperor Bo's blood. She'd have her evidence for boasting about it someday, wouldn't she?
