Bo Yanqi looked at Qi Si, who had made himself cry by smashing himself with his own phone. To be honest, his feelings were complicated.
The moment he saw Qi Si get hit, he instinctively stepped forward, wanting to check whether he was hurt.
But after taking only two steps, he saw Qi Si clutching his nose, looking at him with watery eyes and a wary expression.
Bo Yanqi forcibly halted, standing several steps away from the hospital bed.
Qi Si rubbed his aching, stinging nose and forcibly held back his tears.
He picked up his phone and set it aside, then looked at Bo Yanqi, his voice carrying a hint of displaced resentment.
"Does Third Master need something from me?"
Bo Yanqi silently looked at Qi Si.
The same words, "Third Master," had come from Qi Si's mouth, but their meaning was completely different.
When Qi Si had called him Third Master before, it had been an intimate nickname between family, a coquettish murmur whispered amid close caresses.
But now, when Qi Si said it, it was no different from the respectful title those people in the business world used for him.
Bo Yanqi looked at Qi Si with a complicated gaze. His emotions were tangled, and he could not put a name to what he was feeling.
Still, Third Master was no ordinary man. He would not be defeated by such a minor setback.
"I came to see how your injury is. Does it still hurt?" Bo Yanqi took two steps forward and sat down beside the hospital bed.
Qi Si's heart tightened. Forgetting all about his injured nose, he instinctively hugged the blanket around himself and shrank toward the other side of the bed.
"I'm fine now. Thank you for your concern, Third Master." Qi Si's polite