In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, Travis Miller stood in a dark, well-fitted suit, tall and slender, with a straight posture.
He stood there quietly, taking in the entire view of Krent City through the glass.
"President Miller..."
Nat Crawford couldn't help but call out from behind, and Travis retracted his gaze from afar, speaking calmly: "When does she plan to be discharged from the hospital?"
"I don't know, Miss Hemsworth didn't say."
Nat replied, although what he actually mentioned earlier was that Miss Hemsworth said she wanted to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone.
"Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, arrangements must be made for her to be discharged."
"Yes."
Nat agreed, but the initial question went completely unanswered.
"President Miller, from the apartment, they're asking what you want for lunch today?"
"Red dates and black fungus soup, winter melon with spareribs, stir-fried green beans, white vinegar cucumbers, white rice."
