"How is she now?" Xi Moxiao continued asking.
"Qingli is still resting, it may take a while to fully recover!" Alan had no idea how to speak. He can’t figure out Xi Moxiao’s mood from his tone.
"A while? What did I tell you at first? Didn't I ask you to take care of her well?" Xi Moxiao almost squeezed these words from his teeth. He pulled his tie impatiently and left with his coat.
"I'm taking care of her, but nobody thought that..." Alan wanted to go on, but he stopped. The person who did the wrong thing was himself. If he argues, it'll be too bad.
"I see!" Xi Moxiao hung up the phone.
Alan clearly heard the sound of a car engine coming from the phone. He must be coming to the crew. He then booked a room.
If Xi Moxiao stays here tonight, he would have to live alone.
In the presidential suite.