With Little Ear's temperament, would she turn tail and run the instant she saw Chinian in the car?
They said it would only take a few minutes, but those minutes were enough for Zhongli Wuzhi to endure.
Waiting and waiting, Lu Xiaoer was nowhere to be seen—instead, it was Song Jing who appeared!
Zhongli Wuzhi's eyes narrowed for a moment, and at the same time, Song Jing also saw Zhongli Wuzhi.
Their eyes met, and neither looked away.
Zhongli Wuzhi stood up straight, and as Song Jing approached, he chuckled softly,
"Mr. Zhongli, hello."
Zhongli Wuzhi held his chin high, looking at Song Jing without speaking. His gaze swept over him from top to bottom, finally resting on his meticulously wrapped right hand.
Following Zhongli Wuzhi's gaze, Song Jing looked at his bandaged right hand and couldn't help but chuckle,
"Thanks to Mr. Zhongli."
"What does Doctor Song mean by that? I don't understand," Zhongli Wuzhi quipped, his lips curling.