"Did you take me to the hospital?"
"Yes, you fainted at the company."
"Thank you."
Yun Feiyang smiled slightly, "You're welcome. The doctor said it's just a severe cold. As long as you rest well for a few days, you will fully recover."
An Ruo glanced at the needle inserted into the vein on her wrist and saw that more than half of the fluid in the IV bag had been used up, realizing that Yun Feiyang had been with her for a long time.
"President Yun, I really appreciate you... I'm fine now; you can go about your business. After the IV is done, I can go back by myself."
The man did not get up immediately. At that moment, he was only wearing a shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned, muscular arms—less of the aloof nobility, more approachable.
"The IV still has two hours to go, and you must be hungry. I'll go and buy some food for you," he said as he got up, smiling, showing no signs of leaving her alone.
