Because of the pain in his head, Jing Zhi couldn't even keep his balance, so he walked slowly. Jing Yiran caught up with him in no time.
After walking for a while, Jing Zhi suddenly turned around and sneered."Get lost, or I'll kill you! Were the people sent by the assassin organizations all so low-level? It's a miracle that you're still alive with your tracking skills!"
Jing Yiran got startled and said subconsciously, "I'm not one of them!"
"You're not?"
Jing Zhi frowned,"then who are you working for?" A doctor from the Virus Research Institute?"
Jing Yiran finally realized that Jing Zhi had mistook him for one of them.
"I'm a doctor," he said in a low voice, shaking his head."But I'm not from the virology research Institute you mentioned. I'm from A city."
Jing Zhi didn't like doctors at all. Hearing Jing Yiran say that he was a doctor, he snorted and turned away.
