In the hospital corridor.
Yan Jin secretly chuckled inside.
To make Ji Baijian listen to him is probably nothing short of a daydream.
But as the saying goes, old ginger is hotter!
There will always be ways to stop his actions.
"By the way," Yan Jin suddenly thought of something, "Baijian asked me not to tell you."
Song Zhizhi's brow wrinkled.
"It has to do with a man's dignity, so you have to pretend you don't know, otherwise it will put me in a difficult position."
"I understand." Song Zhizhi nodded like a pecking chicken.
"Alright, just pay more attention to his wounds and don't let him stand up forcefully due to his leg injury." Yan Jin instructed again.
"I got it."
"I won't be able to talk much with you for now, if anything happens to Baijian, take him straight to the hospital."
"Yes."
Yan Jin said a few more words, then turned around and left.
Watching Yan Jin's retreating figure, Song Zhizhi let out a sigh of relief.
