Jiu'er.
Wang Qing.
Xiao Ling stood in the office, looking worriedly at Lin Fei who was sitting in the leather chair. In his hand, he held a small women's cell phone, playing a video Xiao Ling had recorded of Lin Fei talking to himself.
"Who are you!!" Lin Fei in the phone first stood up from the lying position on the leather chair, then faced his side and whispered sharply.
"Get out!"
Lin Fei had never imagined he would have such a weak day. He replayed the video on the phone over and over again. His gaze remained calm.
"President... I didn't mean to record you..." Xiao Ling said uneasily.
Lin Fei looked up at her. Intense headaches kept attacking his brain. But now he had grown accustomed to it. Without Jiu'er, without Wang Qing, everything was just his hallucinations.
"President? What's wrong with you?" Suddenly, the familiar voice of Jiu'er came from behind him.
Lin Fei turned around abruptly.
Under the sunlight, the curtains fluttered in the wind.