The words "being jealous" reached the tip of her tongue, but Sang Qian swallowed them back down.
She didn't like him, so how could she possibly be jealous?
Even if she were jealous, Ji Changqing was his cousin, she couldn't possibly be jealous of her own cousin.
Sang Qian immediately dismissed the absurd thought, "It's nothing."
Ji Chengzhou glanced at Sang Qian briefly and did not pursue the matter further.
While having dinner with Sang Qian, Ji Chengzhou's phone rang. It was the company, seemingly something urgent, and he furrowed his brows saying, "I'll head there now."
After hanging up, he looked at Sang Qian, "I need to go to the office. Finish your meal and rest well."
"Okay."
Ji Chengzhou stood up and took a few steps, then remembering something, he turned back, "That pair of crutches seems a bit tall for you. Use the wheelchair for now, I'll order a pair that suits you better."
"It's not tall, they are quite suitable."
"They're tall."