Jian Qing nodded and Jian Luo took the bouquet, replacing the withered roses in the vase.
"Bai Jue, how is he?" Jian Qing went to the bedside, looking down at the man with a bewitching sleeping face.
Bai Jue withdrew his hand, pocketing it, "He's as usual."
Hearing this, Jian Qing's eyes dimmed.
"How is the Song Group's affairs going?" Bai Jue diverted the topic.
Jian Qing, "Very smoothly."
"Did Song Xirou tell the truth?" Bai Jue asked.
She shook her head. Bai Jue wasn't surprised. After all, some people wouldn't turn back even after hitting a wall. Clearly, Song Xirou was one of them.
"What are you planning to do?"
Jian Qing reached out to hold Jingwu's hand, her eyes deep, "If she doesn't confess, we'll only make her more unlucky."
Bai Jue slightly raised his eyebrows, agreeing with her statement.
Maybe she'll come to her senses after she's had some hard times.
"Sister, Grandpa and dad are flying in tonight." Jian Luo said as she arranged the flowers.
