Night.
Near the First Traditional Chinese Hospital in Zhonghai, inside a presidential suite belonging to a five-star hotel under the Red Valley Group.
Lin Fei, seated on the living room sofa, his head was a bit foggy.
To be exact, it was after Mu Shanshan, the icy CEO, had called Su Qinglan, the enchanting Chairwoman, asking her to help arrange a nearby suite.
Lin Fei's head began to fog up.
It wasn't until after Mu Shanshan, his CEO wife, left Auntie Lan's high-end convalescent ward and entered the presidential suite prepared by Su Qinglan, the enchanting Chairwoman, for both him and his CEO wife,
that Lin Fei still couldn't snap back to his senses.
If one were to describe Lin Fei's current state in a sentence, it would be that happiness came so suddenly that Lin Fei subconsciously thought he was dreaming.
Of course, this wasn't to say that Lin Fei had a weak mental constitution.
