These people, wasn't it enough that they came to trouble her? Why did they also have to bother her elder brother when he was already in this condition...
Jing Qiao's lips were tightly pursed.
Song Boyuan turned his gaze toward them, "Aren't you leaving yet? Are you waiting for me to invite you?"
The expression of that uncle from earlier still held some anger, as if he wanted to say something more, but other relatives held him back.
They then apologized to Song Boyuan with a smile, "Alright, alright, we'll take our leave now. President Jing, you rest well, we won't disturb you anymore, and we wish you a speedy recovery."
Then, they finally left from Jing Su's hospital room.
Jing Qiao took out the lunch boxes one by one, placing them on the table in front of Jing Su's hospital bed, and while doing so, she said to Jing Su, "Brother, I made yellow croaker for you. You like it, right? Don't worry, I've removed all the bones."
