Chương 87: Chapter 85 Wolves King's Sense of Smell

"Wow, it's like monitoring a prisoner," remarked Bi Fang as he patted one of the bodyguards on the shoulder with a jesting tone.

"Mr. Bi, you've got it all wrong. If it bothers you, we'll disappear right away," the leader of the men shook his head like a rattle-drum, terrified of being misunderstood by Bi Fang.

"No worries, it was just a joke. In fact, I should be thanking you for blocking those journalists for me," seeing the man's serious expression, Bi Fang felt embarrassed to continue joking and asked directly, "So, had dinner yet?"

"Mr. Bi, it's already one in the afternoon," the man reminded him.

"Oh, I totally forgot."

Only now did Bi Fang remember. He had such a great time chatting with Wang Yongbo that lunch had carried on for two hours, long past the usual mealtime.

With that, Bi Fang didn't stand on ceremony and headed straight back to the hospital.

Poor Wu Mingtao, who had been hungry for quite a while, finally got to have his meal.