Han Shengmei took a deep breath, suppressed the fury in her heart, walked to the sofa, sat down, and dialed the phone.
Han Zaiye was holding a meeting with the medical team, when he heard his phone ring. Glancing at the caller ID, he stood up, walked out of the conference room, and answered, "Sheng Mei."
"Brother, let me go out. I don't want to be locked up," Han Shengmei said pitifully. If she didn't go out, how could she meet Qin Yushen? How could she make Qin Yushen fall for her? Qin Yushen had finally come to Korea, and she couldn't just do nothing.
"This time, no," Han Zaiye refused flatly. He had just received the news that the stocks of their family's listed company had fallen by ten percent in a short period of time. The entire Han family was now preoccupied with the crisis. If he hadn't already agreed to attend this medical conference, he wouldn't be wasting his time here listening to doctors prattle on.
