Bai Xiaosheng was calling Xiahou Qi, and while Xiahou Qi's mobile phone was not turned off, he did not carry it with him either. Instead, it was left on the desk in his office.
Xiahou Qi himself was in the meeting room, listening to a presentation.
At this moment, Xiahou Qi looked extremely unwell.
For someone as patient and restrained as him, his current condition was clearly visible to everyone present!
It was evident how dire the situation was.
Xiahou Qi sat there, his body slightly trembling, his eyes sometimes lucid and sometimes blurred, giving a sense of tottering.
His physical energy consumption was nearing its limit.
Now, Xiahou Qi's energy had weakened to a state comparable to the frailness of old age, so much so that even standing up and sitting down required him to hold onto the desk, and he no longer refused help from others.
