Wen Qiao let out a sharp scream, spinning around to rush outside, but Fu Jinghen was quick to grab her hand, "Wait."
"What's going on, what's going on, can't we talk in the car?"
She had been slow to get moving when she got up, and now she was in such a hurry; Fu Jinghen sighed helplessly, holding onto her wrist to prevent her from running. He then put a hat and mask on her, and only after she was fully equipped did he lead her by the hand out of the hospital room.
Feng Li had been waiting outside for a long time.
Their conversation had not been quiet, and just enough of it had floated through the crack of the door to reach Feng Li's ears.
Having followed Fu Jinghen for many years, Feng Li believed he could deeply interpret every word the boss said, and his phrase "He will shut up," mundane as it seemed, was actually laced with a threat.
