Grinning with gritted teeth, Chi Jingming drove all the way to the hospital. By the time he got out of the car, he was already sweating.
After lingering in the orthopedics department for nearly an hour, Chi Jingming emerged with a pale face, as if he had suffered a serious illness.
The car drove out of the hospital again. Checking the time, it was almost noon, and Chi Jingming suddenly had no desire to go to Dijing headquarters, so he drove straight home.
Luo Peirou was not home, and it was unclear where she had gone. At home, only the maid was cleaning the rooms.
Feeling out of sorts, Chi Jingming went upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts, making several calls, but no one was available to keep him company. They were either sleeping or pretending to work at the family company, putting on airs.
After hanging up, Chi Jingming sneered and tossed the phone onto the bedside table.
