Rong Zhi sat on the sofa, chin resting as she closed her eyes and relaxed. Her complexion was pale, cold and translucent like jade, the usual rebellious coolness in her brows and eyes dissipated at the moment, looking gentle and lazily tired.
Song Cheng glanced over, immediately rubbing his hands together, forcibly resisting the urge to pinch her face.
After resting for ten minutes, Rong Zhi regained her vitality. She pressed her temple, and upon opening her eyes, she met Tang Xuyun's bright and eager gaze.
"..."
She leaned back, not letting Tang Xuyun stand, but politely gestured for him to sit first before speaking unhurriedly, "Dean Tang, whatever you want to ask, you can ask now."
Tang Xuyun's eyes brightened further, and he eagerly spilled out all his questions in one go.
Rong Zhi tapped her fingertips lightly on her knee, responding in a calm voice, unraveling his doubts.
...
At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, Old Sir Lu was wheeled into the operating room.
