Yang Xueshan's entire face had turned ghastly pale, and she clenched her fists tight. Ultimately, in front of all those watchful eyes, she still left the meeting room in a dejected manner. The moment she stepped out, standing by the door, the blood-red fury in her eyes burst forth, revealing a venomous hatred.
"An Ning, you bitch, I will make sure you enter standing and leave lying down!"
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When Ye Ning arrived at the hospital, in the VIP ward on the third floor, the man receiving an IV drip was sitting with his legs crossed in the wooden chair near the window, reviewing some financial reports sent from the company on his laptop.
The sunlight was soft and the air fresh; they streamed in through the open window and settled on the man, caressing his contours and skin like a light gauze, casting him in an even more delicate and exquisite light. From a distance, he seemed as if he had stepped out of a painting.
How could there be such attractive men in this world?