Zhong Jiayin looked at Song Qingyou, who was lying on the hospital bed, with mixed feelings.
Fortunately, she had asked her assistant to wait downstairs and stop the media reporters who might appear.
If people saw Jiang Zhihan here, who knew how much trouble that would cause!
Jiang Zhihan strode to the bed and skillfully took the empty bowl from Song Qingyou's table.
"I'll go throw the trash. You guys chat."
It was a very normal sentence, but to Zhong Jiayin, it sounded like the words and actions of a patient's family.
Song Qingyou didn't think much of it and just said, "Oh."
She planned to explain to Zhong Jiayin later. If she couldn't explain herself, she would leave the trouble to Jiang Zhihan.
As soon as the door closed, Zhong Jiayin could not help but ask, "You're just... letting President Jiang throw the trash for you?"
"Didn't he want to go?" Song Qingyou blinked.
