Zhongli Luo lost a lot of blood, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.
Zhuang Ji stood guard by Zhongli Luo's hospital bed, looking like he had lost weight.
Early in the morning, several shareholders from the company crowded into the hospital room.
These people were not there to visit Zhongli Luo.
But Zhuang Ji couldn't stop them.
"It's good to hear the young master isn't in serious trouble, hearing about the young master's hospitalization really gave us a shock," they said.
"Young master, considering how you are now, you probably can't look after the company's affairs. Why not leave it to us? We will take good care of the company."
Zhuang Ji's face was ashen, "The young master still needs to rest, please, shareholders, come back another day."
"Ah, we can wait, but the company cannot," came the blatant threat.
Zhuang Ji clenched his fists, "Must you press the young master like this?"
"Are we pressuring him?"
