Wow!
Jian Xi tugged at the corner of her mouth, incredulously staring at the man before her.
Si Yuhuan, clad in a hospital gown, still bore the ghastly paleness of poisoning, yet it didn't affect his handsomeness in the slightest. At 188 centimeters tall, his mere presence was intimidating. Unlike Fu Shengyuan's refined scoundrel type, Si Yuhuan exuded an oppressive arrogance.
"Director Si, it seems you've recovered quite well," Fu Shengyuan said, the smile not reaching his eyes.
Jian Xi felt the air become stagnant, almost making it hard to breathe.
The moment the two of them met, the tension was palpable.
"I'm not as busy as President Fu, having the luxury to send flowers to my woman's house," Si Yuhuan quipped sarcastically.
Having said that, Si Yuhuan walked over, snatched the bouquet from Jian Xi's hand, and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
"You'll accept things from just anyone, not caring if they're dirty, huh?"
He then took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands.
