"Mr. Zhao, you've come."
Sitting on the hospital bed, Su Delong put down the document he was holding.
Seeing Zhao Jiaqi and Lin Fan entering through the door, he greeted them with a look of gratitude.
"It seems your popularity isn't that great; there's not even one person here to visit you."
Lin Fan placed a fruit basket on the ground, and although the ward was a private room, it lacked any consolation gifts.
Clearly, his team members weren't inclined to suck up to him.
They were even too lazy to make a token gesture.
"As the so-called deputy leader, my work involves thankless tasks. I'm just taking up a job because these spoiled brats are too lazy to work. Here I am, a commoner with no background or connections, doing all the tough work. It sounds nice to call me a leader, but harshly put, I'm just a middleman relaying orders. Most of the time, I'm just a scapegoat."
Su Delong, with both legs dangling from the bed, wore a bitter smile.
