A moment later.
Wan Jiang pushed Zhong Yi into the living room, facing the varied expressions of everyone, he forced a sheepish smile.
"Hello everyone," Wan Jiang greeted awkwardly, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.
President Huo's gaze was so dangerous.
Wan Jiang could hardly maintain his smile, though he admired the composure of Young Master Zhong.
Young Master Zhong looked calm and collected, as if he were entering his own home.
His face bore a faint smile, and he smiled even more warmly and kindly at Qiao Xi: "Xixi, I've come to freeload a meal. Is that okay?"
Who can speak of freeloading a meal so shamelessly?
Qiao Xi's smile held a bit of sincerity, "Naturally, you're welcome. You got discharged so soon, how are your injuries?"
"Not going to die, just very painful. I can only sit in a wheelchair, even getting to the ground is a bit difficult."
He's playing the sympathy card!
Sun Weimeng and Huo Xingzhou had both realized this.
