Mr. Claude snorted: "I'll go to the company tomorrow to see how things are, we'll talk about the specific situation later."
Alina nodded slightly: "Then I'll take you back to the hotel to rest first."
This morning, Mr. Claude had just finished a meeting, and in the afternoon, he had to take a plane for more than two hours, so he was a bit tired: "Okay."
Ingrid, reminded by Alina, didn't dare to say anything more. When she reached the parking lot, she drove back herself.
The car stopped in front of the hotel. Alina tilted her head to look at Mr. Claude sleeping beside her. She softly called: "Dad?"
Hearing his daughter's voice, Mr. Claude woke up in a daze. As soon as he raised his head, his neck suddenly ached, and he cried out. "Is your cervical spondylosis recurring?"
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