"Look, I know that you hate me, so you never told me where you lived." Lin Ze spoke as he helped Meng Xing, who is still weak, to sit up on the patient bed. "But, you have to tell me now. Or else, where should I send you to?" he asked. "And, who will help you look after your currently weak self?" he added.
"These are none of your concerns, right?" Meng Xing asked as he coldly looked at Lin Ze.
Lin Ze frowned. He was about to speak but stopped when old Ji shook his head at him. What old Ji meant is to not stimulate the patient's emotions, since the patient would just be more ill.
"Also – " Meng Xing spoke. " – I have someone to help look after me." He said.
Lin Ze looked at Meng Xing in surprise. Just as he was about to ask who, there was a knock on the door. Lin Ze and old Jing looked back, only to see a handsome man with a frown on his face. His gaze landed on Meng Xing before he turned and glared at Lin Ze.
