In her eyes, the boss was autistic; aside from work, he only talked to his dog and never seed to attend any social events. Any work that needed socializing, he would arrange for soone else to do.
Many business partners who had collaborated with them had never seen this behind-the-scenes big boss.
The room’s decor style was the sa as the living room: simple and grand. A glance around the room revealed not a single useless ornant.
Upon entering, he walked to the balcony, tossed the little fellow there, and then pointed at it, warning, "I’m going to call her, you stay outside."
The little thing’s wagging tail instantly drooped, its head sagged too, and its ’woof woof’ cries beca much quieter, sounding very aggrieved.
Ji Chicheng lifted his foot and gently rubbed its fluffy head with his toes.
Seemingly comforted, the little thing perked up again, wagging its fluffy tail.
Ji Chicheng looked on with contempt, "She has more backbone than you."
After saying that, he turned snobbishly and entered the room, with the little fellow following him. He promptly closed the door, shutting it outside.
The little fellow’s tail drooped in dismay, and it sat down on the spot, looking at its owner inside the room with a pitiful face.
Ji Chicheng paid it no attention, turned around, took out his phone, and called Ji Anning as he walked toward the bed.
The call connected, but no one answered, and eventually, he was inford that the call was not answered.
ssages not returned, calls not answered!
Ji Chicheng frowned in dissatisfaction. With not much ti left until eight o’clock, he tossed his phone aside, then got up and went barefoot into the bathroom.
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"Everything’s fine now, take good care of him, and call us anyti if there’s any issue."
Suddenly receiving a call from her mother, her father had fallen into a coma. After more than an hour of ergency treatnt, he was finally stabilized.
Seeing her father’s heart rate and pulse return to normal, both Ji Anning and her mother breathed sighs of relief, feeling a great weight lifted off their shoulders.
Such incidents were nothing new to her mother, but it was Ji Anning’s first ti witnessing one. Although she relaxed ntally, her body still trembled slightly, with lingering fear.
The attending doctor gave them so instructions and then left with a team of dical staff.
Li Fen turned to look at Ji Anning’s sowhat pale face and said with concern, "Jiajia, it’s alright now, you should go rest."
Ji Anning pursed her lips and gently shook her head, "It’s okay, I’ll take care of Dad; you go rest."
As she spoke, her gaze returned to her father on the hospital bed, and the scenes of the doctor saving her father’s life flashed through her mind, just like the ergency scenes portrayed on television.
Standing helplessly on the side, she dearly wished that her tall, younger uncle was there with her.
After responding to her mother, Ji Anning took out her phone from her pocket, turned, and walked towards the door.
Looking down, she saw the missed calls and WeChat ssages on the screen. Her hands began to tremble more violently. She swiped the screen to check the WeChat ssages Ji Chicheng had sent her.
The series of photos of maple leaves, captured at just the right angles, frad the endless beauty of the sunset and the trees full of red maple leaves—a beautiful sight, yet one that filled Ji Anning with a desolate feeling, perhaps because the essence of autumn was too strong.
It stirred in her a strong longing, and she couldn’t wait to dial Ji Chicheng’s number, quickening her steps as she left the ward.
The sun had already risen high in the east, and as she dialed, she walked to the stone bench under the tree across the way and sat down, with gusts of wind blowing that felt cold and bleak.
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