Nonsense, You Are Mine
Editor: Atlas Studios
At the departure gate.
Shangxin's bodyguards and manager retreated to a spot close by and allowed her and Nian Xiaomu to spend some time alone.
The two of them bade farewell to each other reluctantly and did not realize this: On the second level of the departure hall that wasn't too far away from them, a familiar figure was leaning against the railing and was staring fixedly at the people below.
He covered his thin lips and muffled his light coughs from time to time.
He didn't seem to be in good condition with his pale looking face.
"President Tang, you are not in good condition to head out and the doctor has instructed you to rest. You have been busy stabilizing the overall situation in the company for two days and have not had the time to rest. And now, you are here at the airport early in the morning to send someone off. I am afraid that your body will not be able to take the strain…"