The assistant was feeling quite stressed under the intense gaze and lowered his head, saying:
"Miss Duan got injured, so President Chi..."
Upon hearing the words "Miss Duan," Ye Zhichen's eyes flickered slightly.
"Injured?"
The assistant quickly nodded, "Yes, she accidentally fell down the stairs. When President Chi heard, he came to the hospital to visit her out of courtesy..."
Ye Zhichen raised her head upon hearing this, looking at the assistant in front of her with a sarcastic smile.
"What an... act of courtesy..."
What courtesy? What reason?
Whose courtesy? Whose reason?
Busy?
Indeed, quite busy!
An invisible crack opened in Ye Zhichen's heart, and even a slight breath accelerated the spread of that fissure.
After a long while, she let out a cold laugh and shifted her gaze from the assistant's face to the pack of medicine on the ground.
