Yi Luowa gave a bitter laugh. "I've been carrying this blame for seventeen years already; it doesn't matter to me anymore. All I want now is for my second uncle to wake up."
Tong Airui looked at her and only spoke after a long while. "By tomorrow evening, your voice must recover!"
Yi Luowa pursed her lips. That domineering tone—who else would dare speak like that? Whether her voice recovers or not, what business of his is it?
"Xi Meichen has scheduled the shareholders' meeting for the day after tomorrow. By then, I'll need your voice!" Tong Airui noticed her rolling her eyes at him. He raised his hand and turned her face to the side. "No one has ever dared to look at me with that expression, not in all these years!"
Yi Luowa's head turned just in time to see Yuan Hang rolling his eyes as well. With a mischievous smile, she slapped Tong Airui's arm and gestured with her lips for him to look at Yuan Hang.