She closed her eyes.
At Central Hospital, Yao Chuman leaned against the headboard, watching the television with unblinking focus.
Bandages wrapped her forehead, and her eyes were wide open.
That morning, she had caused quite a scene at An Corporation, and by evening, the An Corporations building had collapsed spectacularly.
Her heart thudded wildly, as if it might leap out of her chest.
She reached up to clutch her chest, her body hair standing on end.
Though she was a traditional woman, having spent many years by Zhou Zhendong's side, she knew a thing or two about business matters.
"Chucheng, tell your mother the truth, what exactly is going on here?"
Yao Chuman directly called Zhou Chucheng.
Zhou Chucheng was busy helping Jin'an deal with the An Corporation crisis, and had no time to entertain Yao Chuman.
"Mom, whatever the news says, that's what's happening. You should just focus on recovering at the hospital, and I'll visit you when I'm free."