"Why should I agree to do so? The one with a guilty conscience is you and not me!" Ji Nuan coldly glared at him.
The man in front of her gave a faint smile, his lips curving imperceptibly. "Do you really think Mo Jingshen is unaware of our relationship? Don't you want to cut off all ties with me? I don't have to explain the conditions I've chosen for you."
Ji Nuan really wanted to smash the bag in her hands on his face.
She held in her anger, asking coldly, "Since you're representing the Sheng family to attend, why is there a need for me to go?"
"It has to be you."
"Why does it have to be me?"
"Once you go, you'll understand." He curled his lips mildly, smiling coldly. He did not explain further, nor did he wait for Ji Nuan to agree or disagree. After placing his mask back on, he directly entered the next hospital ward.
Ji Nuan lowered her eyes, looking toward the ground covered in the scent of disinfectant, deep in thought.
