Just as Old Lady Qu was leaving, she looked in Qu Xiujie's direction and said with a hint of ruthlessness, "When you've recovered, I'll go bring you home. Let's not create trouble for Young Master Ji."
The man did not respond at all.
"Take care."
Ji Ziming sat in the chair and looked at the elderly lady who seemed as though she could not bear to leave. The corner of his lips arched frostily as he maintained his eyes on her.
"My thanks to the two of you for taking care of our Xiujie."
She looked at the young chap, then at Pei Ge, and her eyes darkened.
If even the normal people in the ward could sense the hostility in her, Ji Ziming could of course as well.
Once the elderly woman was gone, Pei Ge asked, "Seeing the three of us together, she's probably going to take action."
"It's already started."
His eyes shifted from the door to the bed as his voice deepened. "Mr. Xiujie, are you still not intending to leave with me?"
