"Thank you for what you did this time, Third Master Bo. Once A-Si recovers, I'll personally come by to thank you," Qi Wang said as he looked at Bo Yanqi.
The meaning behind those words was clear: he was asking him to leave.
Now that he had returned, taking care of Qi Si naturally was no longer anyone else's business.
At that, Bo Yanqi looked back at Qi Wang and said nothing for a long while.
Two handsome men with entirely different styles stood beside the hospital bed, staring at each other with the same chill radiating from them.
Beneath the apparent calm lay surging fighting intent.
If there had been a third conscious person in the room right then, they probably would have felt compelled to call 110.
For fear that someone might die.
After a long time, Bo Yanqi said evenly, "You're too polite, Chairman Qi. It was nothing more than a small favor. Since you're back, Chairman Qi, I'll be leaving first. There's still plenty to handle at the company, so I'll take my leave."
With that, he turned and left the hospital room.
Qi Wang's eyes darkened as he watched Bo Yanqi's retreating figure, his brows tightly furrowed.
A moment later, he turned to glance at the sickly-looking Qi Si on the bed and sighed softly. "You really do know how to cause trouble for your brother."
Qi Wang sat down beside the bed and stared at Qi Si's face for a long time.
"When will you start being a little more sensible? Let me worry a little less."
Qi Si, lying on the bed, gave no response.
Qi Wang simply sat there beside the bed, watching Qi Si.
He had watched this younger brother grow up with his own eyes. He had raised him with