He Wenze warmly called Su Rong into his office.
"Aunt Su, why didn't you let me know in advance that you were coming today? Are you here for a medical consultation, or is there something else?"
He Wenze personally poured a glass of water for Su Rong.
Su Rong, harboring a suppressed anger, naturally spoke in a slightly cold tone.
"I came to thank the medical staff who previously helped Yingying."
He Wenze felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. "Aunt Su, this is what they're supposed to do; there's no need for you to come in person to thank them."
"Hehe, since I'm already here, I can't just let the trip go to waste. Director He, could you help me write down the names of the staff who took care of Yingying and Xixi? I'd like to thank them one by one."
He Wenze: "..."
Su Rong wanting to express gratitude was understandable, but writing down a list of names—why did it feel more like she was preparing for revenge?
