Mr. Ji suddenly opened his eyes and met Ji Rui's cold gaze.
"Why don't you go home? I'm fine! You can leave!" Mr. Ji insisted, seemingly indifferent to his son's claim about sending his beloved wife to the asylum.
"I have this under control. If you're tired, just sleep for a while. Don't worry about me!" Ji Rui stopped looking at him and went into the small living room to take out his computer and busy himself with his tasks.
Ultimately, Mr. Ji couldn't convince Ji Rui to go home. Ji Rui sat on the sofa, busy with his own matters, occasionally getting up to give Mr. Ji a sip of water.
By the time he finished the tasks that had piled up during the day, Mr. Ji was already asleep in his hospital bed. Ji Rui lay on the sofa, covered himself with a blanket, and closed his eyes. The phone on the coffee table vibrated a few times.
"Are you asleep?" It was a message from Le Tong.
"Yes, just laid down. Why aren't you asleep yet?"
