Bo Yanqi looked at the phone in his hand as if it were a hot potato—he could neither answer it nor throw it away.
In the end, he decided to pretend he had not seen it.
After muting the phone, he stuffed it into his pocket and pushed open the hospital room door.
He saw Qi Si lying on the bed, playing a game on his phone. After a moment of silence, he called out, "Qi Si."
"Hm?" Qi Si did not even look up. After responding, though, he suddenly sensed that something was off and looked up at Bo Yanqi in confusion.
"What is it? Why are you suddenly so serious?"
Bo Yanqi rarely called him by his full name. Whenever he did, it usually meant the matter was far from simple.
Qi Si's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he had a bad feeling.
Looking at Qi Si, Bo Yanqi slowly said, "Your brother knows."
"My brother knows... knows what?" Panic visibly spread across Qi Si's face, and he even started stammering.
Bo Yanqi looked at Qi Si without saying a word. Qi Si stared into Bo Yanqi's eyes as the light in them slowly went out.
His phone slipped from his hand onto the blanket, its screen instantly changing from bright colors to a dull gray.
Bo Yanqi glanced at the screen and reminded him, "You died."
Qi Si closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, they were filled with despair.
"Fine, I died. I'm about to die too."
Qi Wang knew he was injured. The next step would probably be a call coming in to kill him.
He was doomed sooner or later.
"Wait? That's not right. When did my brother find out? Why didn't I get a call from him?" Qi Si suddenly remembered something and