At Master Cheng's ward.
"Who are you?"
"Let me go."
"I said get out of the way!"
Zhou Zheng wanted to rush out. Unfortunately, he was stopped by the bodyguards at the door every time.
His cell phone had been confiscated. When he smelled the hospital's disinfectant, he thought of Nie Qixing. His heart beat uneasily, and he only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
"What do you want? Why did you bring me to the hospital?" Zhou Zheng pinched his palm and tried to calm down. "Just because of the instant noodles? I can compensate you. Ten bowls? No, I'll compensate you as much as you want."
Slim Waist Control was originally leaning against the door and playing games on his phone. When he heard him talking non-stop in his ear and saying that he wanted to compensate…
He looked up with a smile and spoke with an unpleasant tone. "Do I look like someone who can't afford instant noodles?!"
