"No, it's not like that," Tang Xiang said, "Take it easy."
She was not a person of boundless compassion; in the business world, her methods were ruthless, but she always knew where to draw the line when it came to serious issues. In this respect, Jiang Xiaolin was not her equal.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Come back early." She found an awkward excuse, "The soup I made is getting cold."
It wasn't any special kind of dialogue, yet Jiang Xiaolin still tasted the sweetness of it. He promised with a smile, and after hanging up, his smile faded as he pushed the door open to enter the hospital room.
Jiang Fuli, who sat on the floor, immediately lifted her head, "Cousin?" Her eyes were covered with a black cloth, and her hands and feet were tied.
Jiang Xiaolin gestured to the man behind him.
The man understood and went over to remove the black cloth from Jiang Fuli's eyes. The sudden bright light was harsh, causing her discomfort as she raised her hand to shield herself from it.
