Jiang Xingye's clothes fluttered in the wind, drawing the attention of passersby.
He had a handsome appearance, but his face was expressionless. His almond-shaped eyes did not show affection; instead, they were indifferent and cold, fierce and harsh, so no one dared to comment that his appearance was unkempt.
Watching Xu Qinghuan and Yu Xiaomin enter the hospital, Jiang Xingye continued walking into a small alley without pause. A middle-aged woman hurriedly ran towards him, almost colliding with him.
He frowned, stopped in time, and moved to the side. The woman bumped into the wall, turned her head, and shouted in disbelief, "Xiao Ye," with surprise, wariness, and fear in her eyes.
But Jiang Xingye had already lifted his foot and left.
A man in his forties or fifties chased after them. Seeing Jiang Xingye, he was equally taken aback and almost reflexively swung a stick at Jiang Xingye.
