"Mom, why do you look so angry, is it because Dad's work is difficult to deal with?"
In the hospital's visiting lounge, Yan Yi walked over and saw her mother's gloomy expression, and as her daughter, she naturally recognized this as her mother's quietly fuming demeanor.
Yan Yi sat down beside the couch, leaning against her mother and sighed, "I never knew what Dad was so busy with, and now that he's just been sick for one day, Xinmin Group looks like it's going to collapse."
Yan Yi was a spoiled and willful rich girl, and the look of her hair alone revealed her as a rebellious young woman who refused to heed advice. On regular days she would often reprimand Yan Wenzheng for not coming home to spend time with her and her mother, only now realizing that Xinmin Pharmaceutical, such a huge hundred-billion group, really couldn't afford to go a day without her father, Yan Wenzheng.
