Zheng Ziming was so severely injured that he could only lie in bed. Seeing the person across him sitting on the sofa and playing with her phone, he frowned a little. "I told you to hire someone to take care of me. You should go back to the film shooting."
"Relax. I've asked for a leave from Director Zeng until you get out of the hospital," Xia Ning said without even looking up.
But Zheng Ziming was not happy. "I was just hurt a little. Why are you being so careful?"
Xia Ning looked up at him. "Don't forget there are eight stitches in your head. Do you want me to take a photo of your bald head right now and show it to your dad?"
Zheng Ziming: "…" Why did she always know his soft spot every time?
"I'm just concerned you might get bored accompanying a patient like me in the hospital, okay?"
Xia Ning frowned. "If I think it's boring to be with you, don't you feel even more bored when you are here alone?"
