Zhusheng Group.

Song Shihai and Lin Shan walked out of the company building one after the other.

Lin Shan is the person in charge of the business department, with a slender figure and charming appearance, wearing a beige tunic coat, revealing a thin white calf, elegant short hair, and a strong femininity in her gestures.

Before he was 30 years old, he had already climbed to such a high position, but he could be said to have combined beauty and wisdom.

If Song Canran would recognize her at a glance here, she would be the woman with ambiguous behavior with Song Shihai in the photo.

The two were on their way to a bidding meeting, and when they walked to the parking lot, they suddenly heard the roar of a heavy locomotive.

"Mr. Song, be careful."

Lin Shan exclaimed in surprise and pushed Song Shihai hard.

He staggered back a few steps, the motorcycle swept past him, pulling up gusts of wind, and before he could react, he heard Lin Shan scream.

"How are you?"

The motorcyclist roared past, Lin Shan fell to the ground, groaning in pain, Song Shihai rushed over and saw her tightly covering her face, blood gurgling out from her fingers.

"My face ......"

Lin Shan let go of her hand, her originally white cheeks were dripping with blood, as if she was seriously injured.

"Don't be nervous, press the wound, I'll call an ambulance for you."

He comforted him and called the emergency number.

"Mr. Song, you go to the meeting first, today's meeting is very important and cannot be absent."

Lin Shan covered her face, as if she couldn't stand the pain, her eyes were full of fog, and she persuaded him intermittently.

"Don't talk, I'll take you to the hospital first."

"I don't care, the ambulance will be there soon, you go to the meeting."

Seeing that she was still thinking about the interests of the company at this time, Song Shihai's favorability towards her was rising, and if she hadn't pushed herself just now, it would be herself who is lying here in a blur of flesh and blood now.

Watching the ambulance send Lin Shan away, he rushed to the bidding meeting, and went to the hospital after the meeting.

Lin Shan had already been sent to the ward, and when he entered, he happened to hear her ask the doctor if there would be a scar on her face.

"Your wound is too deep, it is impossible not to leave a scar, as long as there are sutures, it will leave a scab, but you don't have to worry, modern medical technology is so advanced, you can consider laser treatment later."

"Is that going to be a scar?"

Hearing Lin Shan's almost neurotic repeated questioning results, Song Shihai felt sorry for her in his heart, appearance is a woman's second life, she is still so young, if she is so disfigured, what a painful blow it should be.

The doctor comforted him for a while and left, when Song Shihai walked into the ward, Lin Shan sat on the bed in a daze, the sky was already dark, but she didn't turn on the light, and in the dim ward, her lonely figure looked so pitiful.

He sighed again and slowly walked to the hospital bed.

"Lin Shan."

Hearing the voice, Lin Shan raised her face, her originally beautiful face was wrapped in thick gauze, and her expression was quite haggard.

"Mr. Song, have you handed over the bid?"

"Don't worry about that now, rest assured."

Lin Shan covered her face with her hand that was also wrapped in gauze.

"Thank you Mr. Song for your concern, I won't keep you like this, you can go back."

Originally, Song Shihai planned to take a look and leave, but she was embarrassed to leave when she said this.

"What about your family?" Seeing her alone, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you want me to help you inform them?"

"No need, I don't have a family." Lin Shan lowered her face and said with a sloppy attitude: "I am an orphan, and in this world, no one cares about my life or death."