Yu Longshou summoned the secretary into the room, holding a cup of strong tea in his hand, his single piercing eye scanning the secretary.
"Take him downstairs. Do you think his condition has improved at all?" the old man asked.
The secretary assumed the old man was worried about Yu Chiyin and answered truthfully:
"Young master's condition doesn't look good. He was unsteady on his feet the whole way, breaking out in cold sweats, but he refused to let me support him. He forced himself onto the car."
"Really?" Yu Longshou asked in reply, his tone making it unclear whether he believed the situation.
The secretary, intimidated by the old man's single eye, kept his head bowed low. "Yes, everything I said is completely true."
"Alright, leave now. Do not disturb me without my explicit instructions."
Yu Longshou waved his hand dismissively. Seeing this, the secretary nodded and promptly turned to leave, closing the door behind him.
Yu Longshou finished the cup of tea in his hand.
