Jiayi's eyes were red as she glared at Chen Ziyang and yelled, "I'm sorry! Is that enough?!"
Chen Ziyang snorted lightly, ignored her, and turned to enter the hospital room.
In the room, the old man was already half-sitting on the bed. Though awake, his wrinkled face was extremely pale, and his lips were slightly purple, showing he was extremely weak.
"Dad, how do you feel?"
"Tight chest, short of breath."
The old man waved his hand and looked at Chen Ziyang, "Thanks to this young man, I felt like I was touching the threshold of Ghost Gate just now."
Shen Minghai immediately got up and approached Chen Ziyang.
"Mr. Chen, I'm a businessman, and I know that no matter how sweet my thanks are, it's rubbish without a gesture of goodwill."
Shen Minghai spoke earnestly, "So I won't say thank you too much. Let your people come to me to sign the contract for the factory tomorrow!"
Chen Ziyang's heart raced.
