"Uncle Xiong, I'm missing a kidney..." Jiang Che put down the folder, holding a dark asphalt-colored body scan, pointing at the kidney's spot, then at his own wound.
"What happens if you're missing a kidney?" A cool, sharp voice came through his mind. He could already hear the anger in it. Xiong Jie knew that if he didn't explain himself right now, he'd probably get caught in the fallout too.
Xiong Jie understood that the Master could keep an eye on his situation at all times. He thought it was just an occasional glance, but it turned out to be relentless, every second.
Previously, the Master hadn't stepped in to stop him, so he figured whatever he did—teaching Jiang Che to shop for free, or how to lie—none of it mattered to the Master.
But now, Xiong Jie realized:
The Master cares about Jiang Che's condition more than he'd thought.
