In the chairman's Office of Xiaoshan Hospital, Chu Weiyang was impatient for a long time. He sat beside Xiao Zirui and kept whispering, "Zirui, off work, off work."

Xiao Zirui has been reviewing the documents, pretending to ignore Chu Weiyang, but what she said in her mouth, Xiao Zirui has been listening.

"Zirui, after work, my grandmother's dinner will be gone, and others will eat it up." Chu Weiyang boredly repeated what he said in his mouth. If he could think of anything, he would say anything. Anyway, Xiao Zirui would not listen, and he would be talking to the air, which is called Zirui.

"Okay, wait another five minutes,...