"Are you Ms. Lin Qingtong and Mr. Jiang Hao? Your scheduled home divorce service has arrived."
Meanwhile, in the next ward, Shen Tinghe pretended to be unconscious.
His subordinate Li Tao came to visit, eager to divide up the projects and assets under Shen Tinghe's name.
"Now that Ninth Master is unconscious, and these matters are at a critical moment, it would be better to hand them over to Second Master Shen. He is experienced and very familiar with the project, so let him take over."
"If anyone has any objections, then they should clean up this mess themselves."
After these words were spoken, no one dared to say anything more and could only tacitly agree that Uncle Shen had taken over.
Li Tao was about to call Uncle Shen to explain the situation when a long, slender hand snatched the phone away, and a sinister voice rang out.
"So you're so eager to call Master Shen, how much is he paying you? Why don't you invite me along?"
Li Tao assumed that Shen Tinghe was unconscious and that it was one of his other subordinates who was speaking, so he spoke up smugly.
"As long as you're willing, Second Master will give you whatever amount of money you want."
He turned his head as he spoke, only to meet Shen Tinghe's cold and terrifying eyes.
Li Tao was so frightened that his heart almost jumped into his throat, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Ninth Master, weren't you unconscious?!"
Shen Tinghe slowly tossed his phone onto the bed beside him, a sense of oppression washing over him.
"If I didn't pretend to be unconscious, how could I catch you, you traitor?"
Immediately, Shen Tinghe casually flicked his long fingers, his eyes displaying an extremely lazy and indifferent expression.
"Take him away."
After dealing with Li Tao's matter, Shen Tinghe tidied his clothes and slowly walked to the next ward.
At this moment, Jiang Hao had already left with the divorce certificate, while Lin Qingtong was handing out red envelopes to the actors pretending to be doctors and nurses.
"Thank you all for your hard work."
Shen Tinghe leaned against the door with his arms crossed, his posture noble and aloof.
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