But the person below seemed not to hear his calling at all, still running swiftly downwards as if terrified, needing to escape immediately to a safe place.
What on earth was this woman running from?
Ou Mucen didn’t understand, but if he knew how lacking in confidence this woman he fancied was in this relationship, perhaps he would have understood her.
Yes, from the beginning, his unique treatment of her had made her extremely anxious.
He was a master high above, and she merely an adopted daughter taken in by his family, now also a fugitive on the run. Family background, personal circumstances, these were all stark contrasts. It was normal for her to feel unconfident and insecure.
Bowing his head, he saw the figure below was about to reach the sixth floor. Finally, he couldn’t help but chase after her.
He didn’t know what had happened, but seeing her so out of character, he sensed something was wrong and his first thought was to catch up with her immediately.
However, after chasing down from the eleventh floor and only reaching the seventh, his body, not yet fully recovered, began to struggle, with a faint pain in the wound on his right abdomen, and a fine layer of sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Feeling these discomforts, he had to stop for a moment, looking down over the railing to see the figure almost at the bottom, his brows furrowed deeply. He quickly took out his phone, "Hey, the office building, at the entrance of the first floor stairwell, stop that woman for me!"
On the other end of the phone, Ying Hao didn’t comprehend.
The entrance of the first floor stairwell of the office building?
He turned to look behind, "Third Master, I’m in the production department."
"That’s your problem. If you can’t stop her, you don’t need to work here anymore!"
What was all this mess about? Perfectly fine a moment ago, who’s the bastard that caused trouble again?
Ying Hao hung up the phone, furious and wanting to curse someone out, but remembering the CEO’s last words, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and dared not linger, dashing out of the office like a madman.
So here in the office building, just as Ye Ning was about to rush out from the bottom floor, she suddenly saw a man whooshing in front of her to block the way.
"It’s you!" Upon seeing her, Ying Hao became furious, "Why are you running? Is there a ghost upstairs? Don’t you know the Third Master is still up there?"
"What do you mean ’I’? Just stand still for me, otherwise, we’re not done!" He strode over, casually gripped the collar of her coat, and just like picking up a chick, pressed her against the corner of the wall.
"Hello? Third Master, I’ve stopped Assistant Ye. That’s who you wanted me to stop, right?"
That troublesome damn woman!
The man who had been waiting on the seventh floor for news sighed with relief upon hearing this. Then he rubbed his right abdomen and slowly took the elevator down from the seventh floor.
A ruptured spleen isn’t that difficult to recover from; usually, after surgery, a hospital stay of about ten days is enough.
But his case was different. He had suffered a second hit before the first rupture had healed, which was a significant trauma for that organ, like a wound that hadn’t healed and sustained a new injury, making the healing process much more difficult.