Jing Zhen had lost his usual playful attitude towards life at this moment, and though his face was expressionless, his eyebrows and eyes exuded an air of nobility.
His peach blossom eyes were filled with coldness.
He glanced at Bai Xiaojiu, a mere fleeting look that made Bai Xiaojiu feel an overwhelming pressure.
Jing Zhen withdrew his gaze and walked in with composure, taking a seat on the sofa.
Bai Wei struggled to sit up from the hospital bed.
Jing Zhen raised his hand and pressed down, "Let's just talk like this, no need for formalities."
Bai Wei stopped moving, maintaining a half-risen posture, and respectfully said, "Yes."
Jing Zhen lifted his eyes to look at him.
The upturned corners of his eyes drew a captivating charm, yet Bai Wei didn't even dare to glance at him, remaining respectful and trembling.
Jing Zhen spoke slowly and clearly, his voice calm, "What do you want from me?"
Bai Wei immediately said, "There's been an accident."
