Fang Zhen ignored Xia Siwei's pleas for him to return and walked out of the hospital room alone.
He had done what he needed to do. It was less about helping Xia Siwei and more about sticking to his usual way of doing things. As for the outcome or what Xia Siwei thought, he couldn't be bothered to care.
Staying to explain would be too troublesome. There were too many things that were hard to clarify, and he didn't want to lie. It wasn't that he was particularly honest; it was mainly that if he lied, he'd have to remember what he'd made up. That was too much trouble, and he found it exhausting. He avoided lying whenever possible. It saved him the headache.
As for what Xia Siwei might guess, that was her business. It had nothing to do with Fang Zhen.
His task was done, so he slipped away, unknown and unsung.
Fang Zhen took the elevator downstairs. Suddenly, his phone rang.
He answered the call. It was Wang Donglai.
