"Hahaha." Shen Fangli laughed awkwardly.
Yan Xianjue made a cutting remark. "The students at your school sure have a lot of free time. Or do they just have too few classes?"
All the students nearby who heard that fell silent.
A moment later, they almost spoke in unison. "What kind of devil are you?"
They looked at Shen Fangli with heartbroken, incredulous, utterly baffled expressions.
Shen Fangli: "..."
Shen Fangli blinked her large, beautiful, innocent eyes. "What's wrong?"
The students said, "At least keep him under control!"
Shen Fangli's answer was exceedingly sincere. "I can't control him."
The students said, "..."
Meanwhile, at a hospital elsewhere in the city, Lin Shi also desperately wanted to ask, "Yan Xianjue, what kind of devil are you?"
The clock turned back to that morning.
After enduring a night of the caregiver's meticulous care—or rather, torment—Lin Shi and Ji Xi unanimously decided to call a temporary truce.
They had kept their eyes open and barely made it to dawn, only to hear from the assistant, who had slept soundly all night on the companion bed, "Huh? President Ji, you didn't know? Young President Yan said he'd have someone come handle your discharge paperwork."
Ji Xi: "..."
Lin Shi: "..."
Ji Xi said, "So that means?"
Lin Shi said, "We still can't leave?"
The assistant looked apologetically at Ji Xi. "Without an order from Young President Yan, I don't dare handle it."
Ji Xi: "..."
Lin Shi: "..."
Lin Shi said faintly, "Next time, let's not call Yan Xianjue over."
Ji Xi rarely agreed with him. Next time, unless the little war between him and Lin Shi escalated to the point where at least one of them needed to enter a police station, they should not call Yan Xianjue over to pass judgment.
What kind