She pursed her lips tightly and thought for a moment before saying to Charles, "Mr. Charles, you should go to sleep early, I'm going upstairs to bed."
Charles nodded with a smile, "Good night."
"Good night."
Ji Anning stood up, her gaze sweeping past Charles's eyes.
Now she finally understood that when he had appeared before her like a savior many years ago, it was all premeditated.
But at present, she couldn't come to a conclusion about whether this premeditation was good or bad.
...
After two days and one night of observation, Ji Zhengdao finally passed the critical period and was transferred from the intensive care unit to a regular ward.
He leaned against the head of the bed, looking out the window with a melancholic expression, indescribably weathered.
Assistant Wu took a phone call, came in from outside, walked to the bedside, and reported to him, "Chairman, Young Master has arranged a flight for you early tomorrow morning."
