Qin Wan's eyebrows quirked slightly, a trace of disdainful smile emerging on her delicate and beautiful face.
She stood up and walked to the door.
She knocked on the door, turned around, and said to Li Zuan, "President Li, your wishful thinking is bound to fall through. You may leave now."
Li Zuan looked at the scorn at the corner of Qin Wan's mouth, his face turning an ashen shade of green.
It seemed he still wanted to say something.
But Zuo Zhan, who was outside in the corridor, entered the hospital room the moment Qin Wan dismissed the visitor.
Expressionless, he said, "Li Zuan, you're not welcome here. Please leave immediately."
"Hmph, unappreciative."
Li Zuan furiously flung his sleeve, his gaze dark as it swept over Qin Wan and Zuo Zhan.
Through gritted teeth, he said, "I'll see how long you can hold out. There will come a day when you'll beg me to take your stocks."
"Daydreaming in broad daylight."
