Ming Rusheng loosened the grip on the pencil and sat quietly as he felt her caressing his hand. "Doctor said soon it will be fine. You should not stress your brain more. Hang in there for some more time," she said and he nodded slightly like an obedient kid.
"What is this design? Doesn't seem like a project in the company," Lu Lian asked, once he calmed down.
"It was meant to be a gift for someone," He replied.
"May I ask who?"
"You don't need to know," he returned to his cold self.
"Ah, okay."
He retreated his hand from her hold and she understood it was her time to move a little away from him. She stood up straight and said, "You can tell me what you plan in this design and I will help you make it the way you want."
Ming Rusheng immediately picked up a magazine on the table and put it on that blueprint over that design. "I don't need anyone's help."
