Qi Lei was lying on the bed.
This was Mu Qing's hospital, and Qi Lei was Xing Jiuan's younger brother. Of course, he would give him the best.
When he saw Xing Jiuan, he moved and accidentally tugged at his wound. However, he did not cry out in pain and only frowned.
Qi Lei was a very handsome boy.
He had just turned eighteen and had yet to fully mature. He looked very obedient and had the appearance between a juvenile and a young man.
"Sister," he called out weakly. His eyes were very bright, and he seemed to be very happy to see Xing Jiuan here.
When Xing Jiuan came over, one of the underlings at the side moved a chair for her to sit down.
She still had not found out what had happened.
"Why were you injured?" Her voice was cold and serious.
Qi Lei knew that it was because she was worried about him.
Xing Jiuan had always been very good to him.
