On the other side.

Zhao Mingjue’s office.

Zhao Mingjue looked through the mountains of documents piled up on the table.

He has been busy with other things these days, and he has hardly done anything about the company.

Just when Zhao Mingjue was busy, the office door was pushed open.

But Zhao Yu had red eyes and tears on his face were still stained with dry tears.

Her shoulders were twitching, her lips were pursed, and she stared at Zhao Mingjue in grievance.

Without her speaking, Zhao Mingjue could guess the general thing.

He raised his chin and signaled Zhao Yu to close the door.

After Zhao Yu did as he did, he walked to Zhao Mingjue with a sad face.

Before Zhao Mingjue could speak, Zhao Yu had already cried out.

Zhao Mingjue was at a loss.

He hurriedly took out a tissue, handed it to Zhao Yu, and asked her to wipe her face. When Zhao Yu's mood calmed down a little, Zhao Mingjue asked tentatively: "What's wrong?"

When he asked, Zhao Yu's eyes turned red again.

Zhao Mingjue rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

Seeing that he showed an impatient look, Zhao Yu calmed down a little and finally stopped chasing with Zhao Mingjue.

She stared at Zhao Mingjue with red eyes: "Brother, that Qin Muxue is arrogant and domineering. She made me unable to get out of Taiwan in front of so many people on the first day. Why did you have to recruit her to DI?"

Zhao Mingjue breathed a sigh of relief: "Qin Muxue is a designer with real talent and knowledge. When she came to DI as a design director, she must not be able to take DI to a new level in a short time."

Although these words had been said to Zhao Yu the night when Zhao Mingjue decided to recruit Qin Muxue to DI, Zhao Yu was always very disdainful of his brother's decision.

When she heard it again, she still looked indifferent.

Zhao Yu pursed his lips: "Brother, you're not cheated. Over the years, many people in this industry have said that they are professional genius designers, but in fact the things they designed are simply unsightly."

Zhao Mingjue glanced at Zhao Yu in dissatisfaction: "Have you ever seen that designer with a false reputation, which can make so many masters in the industry look at her with admiration?"

Hearing this sentence, although Zhao Yu was still dissatisfied, he just mumbled twice and stopped refuting Zhao Mingjue.

"Zhao Yu, the others in the design department may not understand my decision. But you are our Zhao family. You should know that no matter what decision I make, the ultimate goal is to be good at DI and Zhao family. Compared to them, you should do your best to support your brother's decision."

As he said that, Zhao Mingjue gently held Zhao Yu's shoulder and rubbed it up and down.

Zhao Yu raised his head and looked at Zhao Mingjue's firm eyes.

Facing his brother's unwavering gaze, Zhao Yu felt no matter how dissatisfied he was, he only turned into a sigh.

"If Sister Bai Jin was still there, she would never allow such a thing to be sent to the monk."

Zhao Yu finished speaking, but felt that Zhao Mingjue's hand on his shoulder slowly relaxed.

She quickly handed a smile and looked at Zhao Mingjue: "Brother, don't worry. As long as it is your decision, I will support it."

"Good sister."

Zhao Yu added another sentence in his heart: As for whether others support it or not, it is not my final say.

...

On the other side.

Hospital.

Chu Tingxiao leaned weakly against the head of the bed.

The back of his hand was covered with white tape, and under each tape was a needle that had already penetrated the blood vessels.

Zhu Wu stood beside the bed, his eyebrows tightly frowned.

"Brother." Zhuque looked at Chu Tingxiao and whispered to Zhu Wu, "The doctor said that he had used seven methods for the young master, and the next eight will be used. But the young master's health is getting worse and worse. Will it be..."

Before Zhuque could finish his words, Zhu Wu turned his head unhappily, wandered around Zhuque with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhuque was startled by Zhu Wu's cold attitude.

He shrank his neck, raised his eyebrows slightly, and took a step back.

Finally, Chu Tingxiao, who had been leaning against the bedside, struggled to turn his head and look at the two of them.

His voice was low and powerless, and he struggled to say to the two: "Zhu Wu..."

Zhu Wu hurriedly calmed down and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

He stepped forward a few steps, supported himself on the head of the bed with one hand, lowered his body, and approached Chu Tingxiao.

Zhu Wu and Chu Tingxiao got very close, and his voice couldn't help but lowered a little: "Mr. Chu, what are your instructions?"

Chu Tingxiao opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, and could only hear the low whimper in his throat.

When Zhuque and Zhu Wu heard Chu Tingxiao's voice, both the expressions of Zhuque and Zhu Wu changed.

Zhu Wu couldn't even help but turn his head away.

He pinched the back of his hand tightly before he could barely calm down his mind.

After a long time, Zhu Wu finally looked at Chu Tingxiao again.

Zhu Wu looked at Chu Tingxiao and barely smiled: "Mr. Chu, what are you going to say?"

After a few seconds, Chu Tingxiao began to speak again in a low voice.

Although his voice was very low this time, his words were quite clear.

Chu Tingxiao asked in a low voice: "Qin Muxue...How is Qin Muxue?"

His voice was so low that Zhu Wu was the only one who heard Chu Tingxiao clearly.

Seeing this, Zhuque subconsciously wanted to step forward.

"Mr. Chu, don't worry. Miss Qin just went to DI's design department today as the design director. I will arrange someone to go to DI to help Ms. Qin tomorrow."

When Zhu Wu's answer was heard, Zhuque's eyes twitched.

He looked at Chu Tingxiao in surprise, then slowly looked at Zhu Wu.

Zhu Wu was busy talking to Chu Tingxiao, but he did not realize Zhuque's eyes.

Chu Tingxiao asked Qin Muxue about her situation, as if she had relieved a heavy question in her heart.

He slowly closed his eyes and waved his right hand slowly twice.

Seeing this, Zhu Wu immediately understood.

He hurriedly helped Chu Tingxiao to lie down, covered Chu Tingxiao with a quilt, and then whispered: "Mr. Chu, please have a good rest."

As he said that, Zhu Wu got up and pulled Zhuque away from the ward.

Until the two left the ward, Zhuque was still shocked.

Zhu Wu's eyes wandered around Zhuque: "What are you doing?"

Zhuque looked at Zhu Wu in surprise: "Does Mr. Chu still only care about Qin Muxue in his heart?"

Zhu Wu sighed helplessly.

He glanced at Zhuque with his eyes: "I have been taking care of the young master for so many years. To be honest, except for Miss Qin, I have never seen the young master care so much about anyone."

Zhuque locked his eyebrows: "But Qin Muxue..."

"Zhu Que." Before Zhuque finished speaking, Zhu Wu had already rebuked coldly, "I will remind you again. No matter what kind of person Miss Qin is, you and I just need to remember that she is Mr. Chu's sweetheart."
Chapter completed!