"Miss Lin just needs to take good care of herself for now, the president is busy at the moment, but he will visit you after some time," John said.
Lin Yao's face pulled into a weak smile, indicating she would take good care of herself.
John nodded with a smile, "Miss Lin, if you need anything, just let me know." As he spoke, he placed the box he was holding on the bedside table next to Lin Yao.
"This is the phone the president asked me to prepare for you; it already has mine and the president's number saved," he said, looking somewhat embarrassedly at Lin Yao, "It's better if Miss Lin doesn't go out recently."
The implication of his words was clear, Lin Yao's current status was not suitable for going out.
A hint of bitterness crossed Lin Yao's face, and she lowered her eyes submissively, saying, "I understand." Her hand tightened around the blankets, her body exuding a sense of endurance.
