At the entrance of the elevator bank, a large group of medical staff and bodyguards had gathered. Since his son was critically injured, Nie Rong leaned on a cane with one hand and steadied himself against a hospital bed with the other, squeezing into the bustling crowd as he waited to board the elevator.
Chen Rou was standing right beside him when she struck his grandson. That fist had swung past Nie Rong’s head, and reacting on pure instinct, he assumed Chen Rou was aiming for him, so he jerked his chin up and cowered to dodge. Just as Chen Rou’s fist smashed Nie Jiayu’s nose, with a resounding thud, Nie Rong’s head crashed against the elevator door.
As a billionaire, he had always been the center of attention for the media and reporters whenever he stepped outside, and he paid meticulous attention to his external image. That was why he employed two personal secretaries to manage his daily life—simply to avoid ever looking disheveled in public.
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