Lin Sinian tugged at the corner of his mouth, speaking coldly, "It's fine."
"Then... I'll go out first, and I'll come back later to change your dressings."
Seeing his fatigued expression, Qiao Zhaoyue didn't dare to linger.
"Mm."
Lin Sinian nodded.
After Qiao Zhaoyue had left, he picked up his cell phone and dialed his secretary's number.
"President Lin, do you have any instructions for me?"
"Move my personal belongings to the hospital suite."
The secretary was stunned for a moment, then respectfully said, "Yes."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Sinian flipped off the covers and got out of bed, walking to the window to look down upon the bustling street scene below.
After a long while, he turned around and walked to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, took out a document, and began to read it carefully.
When Qiao Zhaoyue returned to the ward after changing the dressings, she found Lin Sinian still sitting on the couch reading the documents.
