Song Song suddenly fainted, catching everyone off guard.
Although Wen Ziyue had long noticed her anxiety, she always tried to remain calm—
Clearly, the last sentence was the final straw that broke her.
Di Wujiang's gaze was deep; he glanced at Xing Quan beside him, saying, "Let's go and take a look."
"...Okay."
Xing Quan's voice was trembling too. He assured himself that his boss, who was as lofty as the heavens, couldn't possibly have such a short life.
But, his heart couldn't stop trembling.
But what if it really is?
What if it really is? Then what?
At this moment, Di Wujiang instructed once more, "Secretary Wen, stay here with her, and try to calm her emotions before we get back—"
"Okay!"
Wen Ziyue then made an effort to help Song Song into the room, laid her on the bed, and sat on the edge, whispering, "It can't be President Xiao's, don't worry."