Drawing Eyebrows

Annual... revenue ratio.... investment... return rate....

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In front of the screen, a man in a tailored suit was turning staggering wealth into numbers, reporting to the board members present.

Most of the people seated nodded slightly, showing satisfaction on their faces.

Only one person, sitting at the head of the long table, had empty eyes and seemed distracted.

"Buzz."

The phone on the table vibrated slightly, and the black screen lit up with color, just like her eyes.

Without leaving a single word, she simply grabbed the phone, looked at it for two seconds, and left the conference room without looking back, leaving behind a group of powerful figures looking at each other in dismay, yet not daring to show any dissatisfaction...

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Pushing open the door to the hospital ward, upon seeing the person sitting up on the bed, Qing Mo's hanging heart finally settled.

When she found him, he had fallen into a coma due to an overdose of drugs injected while in an ischemic state.

Later, after medical treatment at the hospital, his body recovered quickly, but for some reason, he had not woken up.

Today was already the tenth day.

He had finally woken up.

Qing Mo let out a long sigh of relief. As she relaxed, she felt her own body somewhat unable to hold up.

Her eyes began to burn, and she couldn't help but want to shed tears.

During this period of time, she had truly been worried to death...

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Looking at Lin Yu, the heart Qing Mo had just put down raised again.

His behavior was a bit strange. His gaze was dull and dazed, and his expression was stiff, his face looking like a slab of meat hanging on bones, completely devoid of emotion.

"Lin Yu?"

Qing Mo couldn't help but call out softly.

Fortunately, Lin Yu wasn't made of wood. He heard it, and he turned his head to look over.

His dim eyes gradually gained life upon seeing Qing Mo. His lips trembled, and even the light deep in his eyes wavered violently.

The next second.

He burst out laughing without any warning.

While Qing Mo was still stunned, not knowing why he was laughing, Lin Yu's laughter became like a bursting dam, increasingly uncontrollable, as if he had gone mad.

He laughed until he was hoarse, laughed until he couldn't catch his breath, laughed until he cried.

"Hahahahaha."

"Ahahahahahahahaha."

"Hisshahahahahahahahaha..."

Lin Yu's laughter echoed throughout the ward and even out into the hallway.

Qing Mo was at a loss in the midst of this hysterical laughter.

For some reason, she felt as though he was deeply heartbroken. Even though it was laughter, it sounded so agonizing.

Lin Yu bent over on the hospital bed with laughter. He buried his face in his hands, and it was impossible to tell at which exact syllable it took a sharp turn, but the laughter turned into crying in a very short time.

Seeing Lin Yu like this, Qing Mo became even more at a loss.

She had seen him happy, and she had seen him sad.

She had seen him persist with a cold face, and she had seen him compromise helplessly.

She had seen him disregard his own life and death, being extremely reliable.

She had also seen him being sly and completely unreasonable.

But she had never seen him like this.

Crying so hoarsely, like shattered ceramic pieces strewn across the floor, mourning for his once complete self.

Qing Mo didn't know exactly what had caused him to break down like this. As an outsider to the matter, she could only walk to the edge of the bed and forcefully embrace him as he buried his head in bitter weeping.

Telling him that it was okay, that he could be a little more fragile, that he still had her.

Gradually, the pity in Qing Mo's eyes turned into a look of resolute hatred.

It seemed that for the instigator of all this, her actions had still been too gentle...

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Lin Yu cried himself to sleep. Qing Mo let go of him and gently adjusted his body so he could lie more comfortably.

"Buzz."

The phone vibrated again.

Qing Mo picked it up and saw that it was a message from Tang Manman.

During the time Lin Yu was in a coma, she had personally taken charge, replying on his behalf to steady those two.

This task she had taken upon herself wasn't exactly simple overall, but it wasn't hard either.

When encountering unanswerable questions, she just said she loved them and made plenty of promises.

The praise and glory Qing Mo had received in her life were countless, so much so that she was somewhat numb to it.

But this time, she actually felt a little smug because she was able to perfectly steady Tang Manman and Xia Muzhu.

There was no helping it.

Both of them were currently in a sensitive period, especially Xia Muzhu.

Qing Mo was afraid that if she told her about Lin Yu's accident, she might not be able to bear it and would faint.

Moreover, since her current online identity was Lin Yu, when talking to the two of them, she could sneak in a little bit of her own personal agenda.

And perhaps because both of them had guilty consciences, neither actually showed any resistance...

Next, it would depend on Lin Yu.

Qing Mo looked up at Lin Yu on the bed. He had just finished crying, and his eye sockets were a bit red and swollen. Paired with his somewhat wicked face, the contrasting look was actually a bit cute.

But perhaps he wasn't feeling well in his dreams either, as his brows were still slightly furrowed, making one's heart ache to see.

Qing Mo pulled a chair over from the side and sat down. She reached out, and her cold, white, jade-like hand gently stroked his brow over and over again.

Gradually, Lin Yu's brows were no longer furrowed.

Qing Mo also withdrew her hand; she hadn't forgotten the main business.

Xu Mingyao had to pay the price for what she had done!

Although she had already paid a considerable price for her actions.

But now, because of Lin Yu's sorrow and grief, the price she had to pay was going to be increased!

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After exchanging greetings with many people, Qing Mo put down her phone.

Now, she should leave, but looking at the exceptionally cute Lin Yu on the bed, she felt a strange, inexplicable reluctance to go.

She reached out her hand once more, lightly brushing his cheek with her slender fingers, tracing the contours of his face and eyes over and over again...

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