If it wasn't for the head injury, things would have been a lot easier.
Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, "Shall we take a look together?"
Ji Mingqian replied, "Let's go."
On the way to the basement, Ji Mingqian seemed at several points as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Ye Jiuliang noticed this and suppressed a laugh at the corner of her lips.
Tired of his hemming and hawing, Ye Jiuliang laughed lightly, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush. You're acting so timid, I'm starting to doubt if you're the Ji Mingqian I know."
Teased by her like this, a flicker of embarrassment crossed Ji Mingqian's eyes. He lifted his hand to scratch the back of his head.
He cleared his throat, "Has his injury gotten any better?"
Seeing his awkward manner, Ye Jiuliang couldn't help but laugh unkindly.
Lifting her head, she put on a grave expression, "Not really."
"What do you mean, not really? Has his condition worsened?" asked Ji Mingqian anxiously.
