"Minister." The confidential secretary came hurriedly.
"What's the matter?" Hai Yunfeng asked, hanging up the phone.
"Han Xiaoqiu is here again."
"Don't see her."
"This time, it's Mr. Hai who asked her to come."
Hai Yunfeng paused. Normally, not even Mr. Hai could change his mind. But recalling the doctor's earlier words, he finally nodded, "Let her in!"
"Yes, sir!"
Han Xiaoqiu entered and saw Hai Yunfeng sitting behind his desk; his face still showed the handsomeness of his youth. Time had etched lines on his face but had also added a mature charm.
His physique had hardly changed from when he was young.
She still couldn't take her eyes off him.
"Brother..." she called out in a tearful voice.
Hai Yunfeng frowned and asked the secretary to get her a glass of water.
"Brother, have you been well all these years?"
"Quite well," Hai Yunfeng replied stiffly.
