Jing An seemed relieved, "Seeing you like this, there shouldn't be any problems. You don't know, when I learned about your injury, I was almost scared to death."
He paused before trying to speak tentatively, "Maybe I should come over to see you?"
I pondered for a moment. Jing An's voice didn't sound fake, but I still wanted him to come over. If he had arranged for the person behind this, I would be prepared.
Seeing me relent, Jing An quickly hung up the phone. Chu Wenjie continued to clip his nails nonchalantly, "Don't worry, if something goes wrong, you'll definitely be fine."
The corner of my mouth twitched, "That's really not necessary. I just want to heal in peace. There's no need for me to witness your open and secret schemes with a head injury like mine."
