Abandonment, resentment?
At this thought, a cold sweat had already risen on Lu Mianmian's back, and she almost immediately pulled out her phone...
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"Why are you here?" Wen Muqing asked coldly, watching Qin Jingzhi at the entrance of the hospital staircase.
"Ren Chuqing called in sick, and as her boss, it's natural for me to be concerned," Qin Jingzhi said. "I heard that the racetrack in the city was surrounded by people last night, and by this morning, it was shut down. Such a move is no small matter."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Wen Muqing narrowed his eyes, staring at Qin Jingzhi.
"I'm curious why you would stay by Ren Chuqing's side, especially hiding your identity." Qin Jingzhi said, "Ren Chuqing only knows you as Lin Qing, yet she doesn't know that Lin Qing is actually the well-known Second Young Master Wen from City Yan."
"Do you want to tell her who I am?" Wen Muqing raised an eyebrow and asked.
