Ling Guizhen picked up the coffee cup again and took a sip, still finding the taste unpleasant. She wrinkled her brows in distaste, "The coffee here can't compare to the ones abroad."
She had been out of the hospital for a couple of hours. The wound was throbbing slightly with pain, and she had to lean heavily on the corner of the table as she got up, letting out a hiss of pain.
"How's your illness?" Chen Jingzi opposite her noticed her complexion wasn't good and asked in a passing tone.
"I won't die for the time being, I can still work with you. However, I need money urgently, you'd better transfer it to my account as soon as possible."
"Naturally." Chen Jingzi grinned, "Mrs.Gu, rest assured, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."
Ling Guizhen nodded, then got up slowly with her handbag and left. Each step she took, she could feel the stitches in her wound threatening to tear open. So she walked very slowly.
