Zhou Jin didn't bother to see a doctor, it was all just nonsense.
At this moment, Mo Yan handed over three pills, "CEO, you should take these anti-inflammatory pills first."
Medicine?
Zhou Jin glanced at the white pills in Mo Yan's hand, very small, they should be easy to swallow, but he waved his hand dismissively, "Take them away, I don't want to."
"CEO..."
"What, you find the medicine bitter, too?" Huai Fu Yueming interjected.
Zhou Jin's face was expressionless.
The smile on Huai Fu Yueming's handsome face grew broader, "I guessed right, you really are afraid of the bitterness of medicine. So what did you do when you were slightly ill or injured in the past? When Li Qianrui was still your wife, did she... coax you to take your medicine?"
Mo Yan sneaked a glance at Mr. President, truly living up to his name. He talked about precisely what shouldn't be mentioned, completely ignoring how CEO's face was becoming increasingly gloomy.
