Du Jiang was suddenly bewildered, "Discharged?"
Mo Jiaolan got out of bed and straightened her clothes before looking at him and saying, "I've recovered, of course I need to leave. There's a lot of work to be done at the hotel!"
"How, how is that possible!"
Seeing her rosy complexion and her spirited appearance just as before she fell ill, Du Jiang was totally confused!
"There's nothing impossible about it, thanks to Mr. Ling's help. Otherwise, I wouldn't have recovered so quickly. Now please leave, I need to change my clothes," Mo Jiaolan said indifferently.
Du Jiang still wore a blank expression but turned to head towards the door nonetheless. Afterward, he cast a look at Ling Feng, a thick shade of suspicion flashing in his eyes.
Ling Feng ignored him, stepped out of the room, and stood aside, quietly waiting.
"How exactly did you do it?" Du Jiang, standing next to him, couldn't help but ask.
"Sorry, that's a secret!" Ling Feng didn't look at him and said coldly.
