"When did I say I wanted to..."
"Zhiyuan." Shen Qingjun timely interrupted Ji Zhiyuan, shaking her head at him and signaling with her eyes to think thrice and not to soften easily.
Ji Zhiyuan paid no attention to Shen Qingjun's hint. He thought that what Chen Qiurong said made sense. Indeed, Sang Qian too was a victim. If they really drove her to a dead end, Ji Family might actually end up carrying the infamous name of a killer.
"The life you are living is with Chengzhou. As long as he can accept you, I won't interfere."
Sang Qian secretly pinched her own thigh, tears welling up in her eyes, and she said excitedly, "Thank you, Dad."
Ji Zhiyuan, thinking about the whole mess and feeling exhausted, waved his hand, "You may leave. I'm tired and need to rest."
"Take a good rest, Dad. I'll visit you when I have time." Sang Qian left the hospital room, and her forlorn and sad expression disappeared in an instant.
She didn't hurry to leave.
