Yu Jingchen, who was sitting in the car with his arm resting on the window, exhaled a plume of smoke outside. "I've already sent the floor and room number to your Supertext, hurry up and go."
Yu Jingxi looked at his older brother, puzzled. "Why do you care so much about Qiao Shishi? Shouldn't you be more concerned about your sister-in-law? Don't tell me you're interested in someone else?"
"Shut up, I want you to go up there right now; one more word, and don't blame me for selling the limited edition Bugatti on," Yu Jingchen said displeased.
Yu Jingxi pointed at the boss, his face full of contempt, and muttered softly, "Just knew you'd get tired of the old, switching to a new one so quickly."
Yu Jingchen stubbed out his cigarette, rolled up the car window, and couldn't be bothered with this younger brother.
...
In the ward.