Jiang Cong deftly put Li Shaoling on a reclining chair, while Jiang Yigu approached him, hands in his pocket.
As he pulled up Shaoling's eyelids, Jiang Yigu exclaimed in surprise, "Your condition is very serious."
Li Shaoling threw him a cold glare. "Cut the crap."
Jiang Yigu's thoughtful grin faded. He asked, "Tell me then, what happened? Are you thinking about that person again?"
Li Shaoling said nothing, but Jiang Cong said, "Boss has found her."
"She's found?" Jiang Yigu's brow lifted. "Well done, slept with her yet?"
Li Shaoling's gaze turned cold at once; his face was saying keep-talking-and-I-will-kill-you.
