The investigative and distrustful look in Lu Xining's eyes frustrated Ji Muye.
But he was not a foolishly impulsive person.
His voice, as if soaked in icy water, was wrapped in a bone-chilling cold, "What is the problem with the report?"
Lu Xining didn't speak but came over to take his pulse.
Her fingertips, white as jade, carried a slight chill as they rested on his wrist.
She had previously felt something was off about Ji Muye's pulse.
But due to the issues surrounding the custody of the two children, she hadn't been distracted.
Moreover, Shi'an Group owned a private hospital, and the Ji Family had their own dedicated family doctor, so Lu Xining was even less concerned.
Unexpectedly...
As Lu Xining felt his pulse, she asked solemnly, "Recently, in addition to chronic insomnia, have you been experiencing frequent palpitations, sweating, trembling hands, severe instances of blurriness, and also..."