Jian Yan had also been hospitalized for gastritis before, and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
"Stop overthinking and focus on preparing for the show at the end of the year."
As she spoke, Jian Yan stood up with a cigarette clamped in one hand and the other hand tucked into her pants pocket, gave her instructions, and then left.
Qin Mu clasped her hands together, her elbows resting on her knees as she leaned forward. She couldn't help but turn her head to watch him as he walked away.
She couldn't quite explain it, but she had a very bad feeling in her heart.
Xiaomei came upstairs to bring her a drink, and upon entering her office, she saw that she seemed to be deep in thought and curiously asked, "What are you thinking about? I added a few roses to it for you."
"It's nothing. Is this for Master?" Qin Mu asked quietly as she smelled the coffee aroma, Jian Yan's favourite coffee.
"Yes!"
