"Young Madam," a voice suddenly came from the door, Secretary Zhang stood at the doorway with a slight bow and a smile, "The plane to return to Yucheng departs in two hours; Young President Zhou asked me to come to pick you up."
Cheng Zhiwei froze, return to Yucheng?
She frowned and asked, "Is this arranged by Zhou Lin?"
Secretary Zhang glanced imperceptibly at Meng Qiancheng, still maintaining his respectful demeanor, "Yes, you have half an hour to pack your things."
Cheng Zhiwei's headache grew worse, and her temper soured, "Tell Zhou Lin that I won't go back, he needn't bother."
Secretary Zhang, a faithful executor of Zhou Lin's orders, stood at the door, his tone steady, "Young President Zhou has arranged for Doctor Zhang Yuanheng to treat your mother."
"That kind of snake poison should not be a problem in Doctor Zhang's hands." Secretary Zhang had not finished speaking when he saw Cheng Zhiwei's eyes suddenly light up.
