Chen Hao had no idea how long he had rested with his eyes closed before his head suddenly buzzed. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a spacious, quiet private ward.
The room was simply furnished. Wisps of smoke still rose from the Sandalwood Incense beside the bed, lending the place a distinctive atmosphere.
One thing was certain: this was not a hospital.
He got up and moved around a little, finding his body stiff. Apparently, he had been unconscious for quite some time.
He picked up his phone and discovered that two days had passed. WeChat was flooded with messages, and every call in his log was a missed one.
"I'm dead. I'm so dead." Chen Hao hurriedly called Liu Yan.
When she received his call, Liu Yan quietly breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as you're all right. I've been worried sick these past few days. I had Long Guangsheng and the others looking for you everywhere. Where are you now? I'll send someone to pick you up."
"No need. I'll come back on my own. Is everything back to normal at the company?" Chen Hao asked with concern.
"Yes. I'll handle the remaining minor issues. By the way, have you seen the news?" Liu Yan asked.
Chen Hao knew she must be referring to Wang Xuemin. "Yes, I know. As long as you can handle things there. I'll be back later."
"Okay. I've missed you these past few days. Take care of yourself." Liu Yan spoke softly, reluctant to hang up.
Those words made Chen Hao's heart give a sudden thump. Holy crap, did that count as a confession? "I missed you too. Um... well..."
Before he could get anything else out, Liu Yan had already hung up.
"Seriously? Way to ruin the