After Jiang Cheng returned from the U.S., she plunged into busyness.
At the pharmaceutical company in S City, Jiang Cheng was so busy that she lost track of time, working day and night due to the time difference with foreign countries, with chaotic meal times.
At three in the morning on this particular day, Jiang Cheng had just finished a phone meeting with the U.S. and walked out of the office, her face gray and clutching her slightly aching stomach.
With her head down, feeling a bit dizzy, Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall. Her brain momentarily froze, and she slowly slid down the wall.
"Jiang Cheng!"
A voice full of concern came from afar and neared. Jiang Cheng struggled to open her eyes and smiled at the blurry figure.
"Shen Que."
Just from the shadow, she could tell it was him.
Shen Que was frightened to death.
He had received a call from Sun Aiguo, saying Jiang Cheng had been working tirelessly, day and night, recently.
