After completing the discharge procedures, Qi Miao still stood there, no longer as righteous and indignant as before, but looked at him with pleading eyes, crying:
"Second Brother, I was wrong, I really was, please forgive me this time, okay, I really know I was wrong, Second Brother..."
Qi Ming ignored her and strode to the car, opened the door, and sat down.
Qi Miao wanted to follow, but Qi Ming had directly closed the car door, leaving her outside.
"Second Brother, Second Brother..."
Qi Miao grabbed the door handle, trying to open it.
"Second Young Master?"
Old Zhang looked back, his gaze questioning Qi Ming.
"Let's go."
Qi Ming didn't look at Qi Miao, but saw her standing in the same place, stamping her feet, through the rearview mirror. That fierce appearance seemed like she was cursing him.
He gave a bitter smile, rubbing his face fiercely with both hands, trying to calm himself down.
