Half a month, it's been a full half month, and Chu Ge still hasn't woken up. When exactly will he regain consciousness?
Thinking about this question, Chu Chengrui took a big gulp of coffee, irritably placing the bone china cup on the tray. Even though the coffee in the cup had already dwindled by half, as soon as the "ding" sounded, some coffee spilled out, cascading along the rim.
Chu Chengrui pinched the bridge of his nose harshly, his gloomy old face appearing several years older than it did half a month ago, with bloodshot eyes and cold gleams flickering uncertainly in his pupils.
Though a burning ambition seethed within him, Chu Chengrui always presented himself to others with a calm and amiable demeanor. Such a ruthless expression rarely appeared on his face.
The closest instance to now was when he previously hesitated over whether to act against Chu Ge.
