If She Were 1.8 Meters Tall

Qiao Jiusheng glanced at her but did not say a word.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this."

"Yeah."

She stayed in the hospital for three days before being discharged. She started work immediately after being discharged.

The moment Dongli Shenghua saw her, he said, "You've lost weight. Why? Did you not enjoy the New Year?"

"I caught a cold this year. It would be strange if I became fat."

Dongli Shenghua said, "You have a cold? Why didn't you tell me?"

Beauty Wu sneered and asked, "Why would I tell you?"

"I can come and take care of you."

"I can't bear for you to do so."

Dongli Shenghua continued to talk to her about this topic and they went to the company. On the way, Dongli Shenghua took out three red packets, one for the chauffeur, one for Beauty Wu and one for Pan Jie.

"A red packet for the new business year," he explained concisely.