Gu Ji looked up and saw that it was Secretary Wu Bin.
"So, have you both been waiting for me? Have the two leaders taken a rest?"
"Oh no, with something like this happening, how could the leaders possibly sleep, especially Director Pang; he's been frightened sick and now his stomach is in great pain!"
Wu Bin rushed over, grabbed Gu Ji's hand, and "persuaded him earnestly" to lead him toward the leaders' room.
With a push of the door.
Li Yaoguang, Zhou Yu, and Ling Yousong had already returned, standing by. Not only were there the security team members, but all the employees of the Puli Delegation crowded into this small room of twenty to thirty square meters, surrounding the two leaders.
Judging from the white bathrobes they were wearing, they must have just finished showering.
Sun Zhengxian seemed to be in relatively good shape, holding a cup of hot water, his gaze distant as if he was thinking about something.
But Pang Yuan wasn't doing well.
