In the hospital.
Li Nantian lay on the sickbed looking weary, with a drip still attached to the back of his hand.
He had been strong all his lifetime, yet suddenly lying on the sickbed gave an impression of desolation.
'Squeak—' The door of the ward was pushed open.
He thought it was the assistant returning and raspily asked, "Did you bring the financial report I asked for? Put it on the table. Also, bring my computer back, I need it."
"Dad."
Li Nantian's voice stopped abruptly, and he opened his tiger-like eyes to look at the person entering.
Li Qiyun hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside, came to the sickbed and placed the fruit basket she bought on his bedside, moved her lips, and said, "I heard you were admitted to the hospital, so I came to see you. Your body…"
She hadn't finished speaking.
Li Nantian was already sitting up, unexpectedly raised his hand, and delivered a fierce slap across her face!
