"When my son gets better, you and I will immediately have nothing to do with each other! And don't you think about ever seeing my son again!"
With that said, Han Zhifan didn't stay a moment longer. He turned around, pulled open the door behind him, and walked out of the hospital room.
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The next day, Han Zhifan had a meeting in the afternoon, so he didn't go to the hospital.
Dr. Luo helped handle Cheng Han's discharge.
Han Zhifan simply couldn't walk away from work, so he ordered his driver to pick up Cheng Han from the hospital.
Han Zhifan was busy with work all the way up until ten in the evening, which was when he finally asked his driver to drive him back home.
The housekeeper heard the sound of the car approaching and emerged from the house.
Han Zhifan got out of the car and handed the housekeeper the laptop in his hands. He bent over and removed his shoes.
"Mr. Han, have you had dinner?"
