Ye Wangchuan had already guessed the result: "When? Have you decided on a time?"
The heat of the tea still remained on Qiao Nian's fingertips. After thinking about it, she felt a little headache, so she just told him directly: "I want it as soon as possible."
Mr. Ye has already replied.
He sent a text message to Ye Wangchuan saying that he had found someone to treat Zhou Zheng's case as a special case and the final trial would be held in five days.
Ye Wangchuan told her the time when Grandpa Ye would return.
“…Five days.” Qiao Nian calculated the time. Five days was not a long time. It was half the time of the ten days she expected. However, she had a strong sixth sense in her heart, and she felt as if something was going to happen.
She couldn't explain what was going to happen, so she agreed: "Then I will fly to Independence Island as soon as the final result comes out in five days."
…
There was a commotion outside, but it seemed as if nothing had happened in the center of the storm.
He Lin knocked on the door of the European-style bedroom with dinner.
"Chief, it's me."
There was a rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other from inside, mixed with slight coughs from time to time.
He Lin's heart tightened when he heard this. His heart repeatedly rose up and then fell down heavily, powerlessly: "Chief, can I come in?"
He tried his best to make his voice sound calmer and asked the person inside in a low voice.
Finally, a hoarse man's voice was heard from inside.
"come in."
He Lin breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door open.
Only one light was on in Ji Lingfeng's bedroom. The dim light shrouded everything in the room in haziness. The doors and windows were closed, and even the curtains were drawn tightly. Apart from the stuffy air, there was a faint smell of medicine.
He Lin seemed to have already gotten used to the scene before him. He walked in quickly and approached the man who was working behind the desk.
He put down the porridge and side dishes he had brought in, and said to the man respectfully, "Chief, please eat something first."
As he put down the porridge, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Ji Lingfeng carefully put a yellowed old photo back into the drawer.
He now knew who the woman in the photo was.
He Lin felt more and more uncomfortable. He raised his head and looked at the emaciated middle-aged man. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't.
"Just say whatever you want to say." Ji Lingfeng didn't even raise his eyelids. He reached out to take the porridge and ate it slowly with a spoon.
He lost his appetite after just two bites and pushed the remaining half of the porridge aside and refused to eat it.
Seeing that he had only eaten a little, He Lin gently advised him: "Chief, please eat a little more. If you don't want to eat this, I'll ask the kitchen to make some softer food."
"No thanks." Ji Lingfeng refused casually: "I can't eat it."
"But..." He Lin opened his mouth again, and the area around his eyes was already hot.
At this moment, Ji Lingfeng suddenly bent over and started coughing violently. He Lin was startled and quickly handed him a piece of paper.
Ji Lingfeng covered his mouth with a few pieces of paper, trying his best to suppress his body's natural reaction. He felt like a bow stretched to the extreme that would break at any time.
As the fishy-sweet taste surged up his throat, the tremor in Ji Lingfeng's chest finally eased.
He threw the bloodstained paper into the trash can without changing his expression, as if the blood was not his own. A haze appeared in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes half closed. He suddenly asked, "What do you think about me returning the Ji family to her?"
(End of this chapter)