Zhao Jihui stared at me intensely, narrowed his eyes slightly, then slowly released his grip, his tone somewhat more conciliatory than before, "I'm just here to visit Cheng Yu, I also have an important business cooperation to discuss with him."
"Why don't you go upstairs and ask if he's willing to talk to me?" His suggestion was clearly a probe.
Compared to a minor cold, business matters were, of course, much more important. If Cheng Yu weren't in a coma right now, he would definitely force himself to come down and deal with him.
I quickly made up an excuse, "Master Zhao, I've been with him for so long, but I don't know much about the circle and business matters. All I know is how to cherish my man."
Seeing Master Zhao's displeased expression, I had no choice but to steel myself and reassure, "How about you come back later, or you can sit here and wait for him to wake up and come down."
