Nangong Yun opened her mouth, but said nothing more. Xiao Yifei still looked sleepy, but occasionally, when no one else noticed, a sharp glint flickered in his eyes.
"Xiao Yifei looks like a spent force. Why toss him into Emergency, where troubles abound? That's practically a death sentence! Shancong, when did your heart turn so dark?"
Li Entang whispered to Wu Shancong by his ear.
"Ha, it's because Little Wang called me. I have no idea how Xiao Yifei managed it, but in his short time at the hospital, he's already offended so many. And now, with this conference being attributed to Nangong Yun's faction, how is he supposed to cope in the future!"
Wu Shancong smacked his lips as he replied. In the minds of Wu Shancong and Li Entang, Xiao Yifei was nothing more than a tiny ant, easily crushed.
The rest of the meeting had little to do with Xiao Yifei and went on slowly as he remained drowsy.
