Ye Jianguo lay weakly on the hospital bed, his face full of desolation.
His condition seemed to have worsened, his complexion dim and completely devoid of blood.
However, Ye Jianguo then seemed to think of something and looked at Ji Qingrong with a cold smile: "Ji Qingrong, aren't you the same? The engagement annulment back then was planned by you. Do you regret it now?"
"Hehe, Old Ye, since I knew his identity so early on, it shows I've already made amends in advance. There's no issue of whether I regret it or not."
Ji Qingrong said without the slightest change in expression.
"Really?"
Ye Jianguo stared at him, his smile filled with deeper meaning: "But from what I see today, it seems that among those ousted, you're one of them."
"You..."
Ji Qingrong was suddenly flustered, unable to refute.
