Ling Yin's expression changed slightly. He was in a meeting, discussing major project decisions and investment directions for the year. But at this moment, the other six executives were sitting silently because the meeting was paused. He held the phone and heard Hua Hua say, "Do you have any medicine?" He should have laughed because it was genuinely a funny thing to say, but he didn't. He just casually furrowed his brows and said, "Come to me."
Ling Yin stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Even though they were separated by mountains and seas, he seemed to sense the mood of the man on the other end of the call was downcast.
Thinking about why his mood might be bad, Ling Yin pressed his lips together, a deep layer of heartache rising within his eyes. He thought for a moment, gripping the phone tightly, his words clear, almost like an invitation: "I am your best remedy!"
"Heh..." Hua Hua chuckled.
