Going down a few levels, Ji Zhiyao turned his head, slightly looking up at the person beside him.
"Fi-god, what did you want to say?"
Keeping silent for a while, Mo Huaifeng spoke up. "Regarding Xiao's injury, you don't have to be too worried. An appointment for a surgery a month later has been made. The doctor said that his condition isn't considered to be too serious, and there's a very high chance of recovering."
Ji Zhiyao's tensed up nerves eased, and his brows slightly relaxed. "That's good."
Both people walked downstairs and went past a mart in front of the hospital entrance. Ji Zhiyao was a little thirsty. Stopping, he asked, "Fi-god, I'm going to get some drinks. What do you want?"
"Cola."
"Okay, give me a moment."
As he watched Ji Zhiyao stride with his long legs into the mart, the cigarette that Mo Huaifeng had between his fingers was between his lips in a spin.
