She felt as if her mind had become a chaotic mess, too many emotions crashing into her chest, so heavy that she couldn't breathe.
But thinking of Lan Yueru, still in surgery, she struggled to stand up, took off her obstructive high heels, and staggered to follow his footsteps!
Outside Lan Yueru's room, Yang Ru stood solemnly, and upon seeing Yan Sijue, he immediately nodded respectfully: "President."
"How is it?" He glanced indifferently at the door of the operating room.
Yang Ru shook his head with a bitter smile: "It's not over yet... President, you and Lady Mu should leave here."
"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone indifferent, "Lady Mu?"
Yang Ru's expression turned serious.
"President, you and the young madam should leave here first. In case the surgery fails..." Yang Ru corrected himself, advising them.
Mu Yiliang also arrived outside the operating room, and upon hearing Yang Ru's words, she slowly exhaled and closed her eyes.
