Actually, there's no official title, yet Gao Yi feels so busy.
How did it come to the point where it feels like there's not enough of him to go around?
Getting a private jet invites scrutiny, but always flying commercial is also a hassle.
Thinking carefully, if Andic Group could somehow be eradicated...
Leaving such a lurking threat is ultimately a major concern; it needs to be dealt with, added to the agenda.
Although his brain was occupied, Gao Yi gazed at Sith lying on the hospital bed, yet his thoughts had drifted far away.
"Boss, I'm fine. You should go and handle your affairs. I'm sorry, but I won't be of much help for a while."
Sith spoke sincerely, doing his best to keep any impatience or perfunctoriness from his expression.
Gao Yi snapped back to reality and replied softly, "Oh, yes, no problem. Focus on your recovery."
This hospital room, calling it a presidential suite is an understatement, as a typical presidential suite couldn't match this setup.
