Shen Dang lowered his eyes, picked up the black phone on the coffee table, and said, "Since there's nothing wrong, I'll be leaving now."
"Alright."
Shen Dang's gaze landed on her face, his eyes as dark and indifferent as ever, but now slightly dimmer.
"Qiao Xi."
"Hmm?" Qiao Xi met his gaze, "Boss Shen, have a safe trip."
Shen Dang walked to the door, grasped the handle, and suddenly turned around, "I flew all the way here, and you're letting me leave just like that?"
"???" Qiao Xi blinked her cool phoenix eyes gently, her curled eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, "What else?"
Boss Shen was acting strangely today.
Under the morning light, she wore the hospital's oversized sick clothes, which made her appear even more frail.
The swollen face marred her beauty, like a fine painting suddenly ruined by a careless stroke.
Such a heartless woman!
