Julie held his shoulder, "Otherwise, should I call Mr. Mu again?"
"No need!" Qin Zhaoyang slipped on his slippers, "I'll go see him."
In Mu Tianye's heart, there must be a lot of resentment towards him; unless he went in person, the other party wouldn't come to see him.
The consultation is tomorrow, and the day after might be the surgery. Before the surgery, he must meet Mu Tianye.
Some things, if not clarified now, may never have another chance.
"Sir?!"
Julie was about to dissuade him, but Qin Zhaoyang had already risen from the bed.
"Bring me my clothes!" The man's decision was firm; persuading him was meaningless, so Julie just helped him take the shirt and suit from the wardrobe. Qin Zhaoyang reached out and took the clothes, "You all, get out!"
"Be careful with your hand!"
Julie reminded him, gesturing to the nurse to leave, retreating to the outside of the suite room, gently closing the door.
