Qiao Nian nestled in her seat, her emotions unreadable. She said in a muffled voice, "You don't know his situation. It's poison."
Even if Ji Lingfeng could escape danger this time, he would not live for long.
Ye Wangchuan looked at her uninterested expression and rubbed her head before retracting his hand. He chuckled. "I thought you didn't care about life and death?"
Qiao Nian looked up lazily, still stubborn. "I didn't say I cared about him."
If she didn't care about Ji Lingfeng's life and death, why did she have to involve herself in the Ji family's mess time and time again?
Ye Wangchuan did not expose her. His slender fingers turned the car key and he drove back to the hospital.
"With Elder Zhong around, and with Mo Dong having found a few people with the RH blood type willing to donate blood, even if no one knows what will happen in the future, Emperor Ji will be fine for now."
…
Qiao Nian returned to the hospital.
