"Did the Master not come today?" Some staff looked at the clock in the factory office, excitedly.
"Maybe she's sick. She's always by herself, with only Ai Rui the assistant by her side. Ai Rui's been busy with family matters lately, so she's completely alone now. Who knows." This factory of hers is independent, practically like a queen, always wearing a cold face, never losing her temper but always feared by everyone here.
"Let's not talk about it. Let's focus on our work. If we get caught by her discussing her in the office, we might end up having nothing to eat."
"True. Let's get to work."
Today, Ye Qing was indeed sick. She had been sick before, but she'd never paid much attention; a little medicine and she'd soldier through it.
But today was more severe, and when she went to the hospital for a checkup, she unexpectedly got diagnosed with a terminal illness.
