Qi Yan's voice came from the other end of the phone. It was obvious that she was still a little calm. "… I apologize to you and Young Master Jiang on Lanyin's behalf. I'm sorry."
Qiao Nian took a sip of water, too lazy to reply.
Would it help to be sorry?
Or did Qi Yan think that her apology could erase the fact that Jiang Li was still lying in the hospital bed?
Qi Yan didn't hear the girl's response. Her face burned, and her breathing was heavy. She lowered her voice and said in humiliation, "In order to show our sincerity, we are willing to compensate Young Master Jiang for all his hospitalization expenses and losses. Miss Qiao, give me a number. I'll get someone to transfer the money immediately."
Qiao Nian slowly put down her cup. She pointed at her chin with a cold white hand, her eyelashes slightly lowered. "Do you want to compensate me?"
Did she seem short of money?
