Hearing his arrogant and annoying words, if it weren't for the fact that he was almost like a brother he'd grown up with, Xi Mohan would have had his bodyguard throw this guy out in minutes.
Although he was injured from a car accident, and had injuries to the back of his head and hands, and looked a bit pale, it did not hinder his handsome face and demeanor.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, staring at the man who obviously ran into his hospital room to kill time, Xi Mohan spoke indifferently, "If you find my talking annoying, then get the hell out of my room."
Lu Jingchen glanced at him coolly, but merely scoffed without saying anything, then lowered his head to continue flipping through the magazine in his hands.
Seeing his attitude, Xi Mohan felt irked and asked in a tone neither cold nor warm, "Who exactly do you like, Song Qiao or Zuo Yuqing?"
Pausing his magazine flipping, Lu Jingchen frowned slightly but then looked up at him and asked, "What's the purpose of your question?"
