Two hours later, Wei Anning was wheeled back to a regular ward by the nurse. Lu Junxi removed his mask as he walked out, not even sparing a glance at Gong Ting, who was waiting outside, and left straight away.
Gong Ting furrowed his brows, stood tall, and stepped forward to ask, "How is her injury?"
Lu Junxi ignored him entirely and, right in front of Gong Ting, called Leng Youchen. In his mind, the only person qualified to know about his sister-in-law's condition was Leng Youchen. As for Gong Ting, he should just go cool off somewhere else.
Gong Ting pressed his thin lips together, his gaze cold as he glared at him.
The phone rang three times before it was hung up, and Lu Junxi cursed under his breath again. "Damn it, Third Brother, can't you stop being petty right now? We've got a major problem here; deal with the enemy first and save your little lovers' spat for later."
