Although He Yong was confident that he could corner Gu Mian into a deathtrap, Yin Luoxue still felt uneasy and hurriedly checked out of the hospital the next morning.
She had applied makeup so exquisite that no flaw could be found and arrived at the Li Corporation, but she did not let anyone announce her arrival, instead waiting at the main entrance.
Upon learning this, Cheng Xu rolled his eyes mentally.
Whether it was tea artistry or the art of self-inflicted hardship, Miss Yin executed them to perfection.
Out of duty as an assistant, Cheng Xu still reported to Li Tingshen.
Li Tingshen had him bring Yin Luoxue upstairs.
"Tingshen, brother..."
When Li Tingshen heard the voice, he looked up.
Yin Luoxue sat in a wheelchair, hugging herself to keep warm, her frail body looking exceptionally delicate.
Li Tingshen frowned slightly, "Why are you dressed so lightly? Do you have a death wish?"
