"Don't you understand if you move other people's things casually and take legal responsibility?" Song Shaoyan was angry. He opened the drawer and still couldn't find his mask. "Where is my stuff? Where did my stuff go?!"

"Your broken mask may have been swept away by someone who cleaned the ward." Jiang Ci said deliberately.

"Come back to me! What's going on with these people? Can other people's things move casually?"

"I'll tell you..." Jiang Ci suddenly leaned over with a slut, "Your mask was taken by Ning An. Do you want to sue him? Hum?"

Song Shaoyan's hand stopped, and his narrow eyes stared at Jiang Ci: "When did she come?"

"When you weren't awake."

"You called her?"

"Otherwise, with her personality, I will not see you on my own initiative, right?"

"Who asked you to call her? Jiang Ci, you are too good at making decisions!" Song Shaoyan's face suddenly sank, like the sky before the storm, gloomy.

"Damn, who are you scaring? I'm calling you or is it my fault? You know how much you want to see her in your heart! If she doesn't come, I suspect you can't wake up!" Jiang Ci guessed that he might be thrilled by Ning An yesterday.

"When is it your turn to interfere in the matter between me and her? Jiang Ci, don't think that you can be self-righteous and make decisions after you have been with me for five years. You can stop interfering in my affairs!"

"Do you think I want to interfere? I'm for your dying! I'm a doctor! Doctors are kind-hearted!" Jiang Ci was probably angry and swears, "Do you think I want to care about you? I'm full and have nothing to do? Okay, from today on, I don't care about your life or death, don't call me! Damn!"

Jiang Ci kicked over the trash can at his feet and left angrily!

He is not a person with no temper, so why should he swallow his anger at Song Shaoyan?

He doesn't rely on Song Shaoyan for his income!

Jiang Ci is the kind of person who is usually laughing and joking but is extremely serious but has an extremely serious temper.

He said that if he didn't care about Song Shaoyan, he wouldn't care about Song Shaoyan, and immediately called a car back to Huacheng.

Song Shaoyan sat dejectedly on the bed, his head gradually buried in his hands, silent and without saying a word.

The ward is quiet and silent.

He could hear his heartbeat, even and slowly, not as enthusiastic as he usually beats.

There is nothing greater than the death of the heart.

He didn't expect that Ning An came and took off his mask. He was now... he had no shame to see anyone.

Thinking of this, Song Shaoyan began to frantically turn over the cabinet beside the bed again.

He doesn't want to go out like this and scare people!

There was no mask in the cabinet. He accidentally touched the pillow, but unexpectedly the mask was hidden under the sheet next to the pillow.

As soon as he found the mask, he immediately took it, but a great desolation spread out in his heart, wrapping around his chest like aquatic plants, making him breathless.

He was stretched on the bed with his hands, and his body was too weak after all. He was just overly emotional and was already exhausted and sweating profusely.

The thin hands tightly held the bed sheet, and the palms were covered with sweat.

His lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his cold eyes were not easily noticed, just like the frost on the dead leaves in winter, waiting alone for the sun to disappear and melt after it came out.

The sunlight moving westward outside shines through the glass windows, and the smooth floor reflects a bright picture.
Chapter completed!