Luo Xiaoqian has already worked so hard, of course, he can't waste any more time in the hospital.
"President Leng..." Xiao Ding looked troubled.
Leng Zimo ignored him, and with his hand wrapped in gauze, he pulled off the quilt and tried to get up.
"Alright, just wait, I'll go, I'll go, isn't that enough!"
Xiao Ding couldn't persuade him and could only turn around and leave the ward to find Shen Yizhou to handle the discharge procedures.
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Inside the black Mercedes.
Seo Fei frowned at the soup stain on her skirt, then lifted her lips into a smile.
Although the meticulously prepared soup was not drunk by Leng Zimo, she still felt pleased watching Luo Xiaoqian get scolded by him. "When is the press conference?"
"The original plan was this Friday." Lin Huo frowned slightly, "But with Leng Zimo like this, it might get postponed, right?"
"No, it won't." Seo Fei leaned back in the chair, "I know Leng Zimo; he won't let personal matters interfere with work."
