The man wore a blue and white striped hospital gown, sitting on the bed reading a research report, probably brought from Hanyu, with the special watermark on the dark cowhide paper. The soft daylight quietly draped over him, his posture upright, fingers slender and pale, nails neatly trimmed, maintaining an almost perfect grace and poise even in sickness.
But Su Xingyu didn't appreciate any of this at the moment, only felt a surge of nameless anger, almost wanting to rush over and snatch the document from his hands.
However, his long-standing authority remained, making her hesitant to actually do so, stopping a few steps away from him, she discontentedly whispered, "You're not yet recovered! What are you doing reading documents?"
He looked up to see her, then directed, "Hand me the pen from over there. Also, the folder."
Su Xingyu huffed, "Are you even listening to me?"
Lu Shifeng looked at her with his deep, narrow eyes, unfazed, "Do it quickly."
