The moment those words fell, the curve of Ji Yanzhi's lips froze. A second later, it plummeted like a landslide.
After a long silence, he asked without any emotion, "Have you seen a doctor?"
Ji Ting shook his head. "No."
Ji Yanzhi's spirits suddenly lifted a little. "How can you draw that conclusion without a doctor's diagnosis? What if you're mistaken?"
"Because I took a nap in the car on the way back this afternoon. I didn't wake up once, and I didn't even dream," Ji Ting explained.
Hearing that, Ji Yanzhi fell silent again, his face expressionless.
He gave Ji Ting a long look, then shot a glare at the roast chicken on the table. "So you had an extra dish made especially to celebrate not needing me anymore?"
"It's not really a celebration..."
His reaction left Ji Ting a little bewildered. Shouldn't Ji Yanzhi be happy? Having to sleep beside me must have been a burden, after all. Now that it's over, why does he look angry instead?
Hearing his thoughts, Ji Yanzhi's lips twisted in self-mockery, and he began to come around.
Yes, he ought to be happy.
He no longer had to rush home late at night to sleep beside someone, or keep an eye on the time as soon as it got dark. Nor did he have to sneak looks at documents after Ji Ear fell asleep.
Wasn't this wonderful news that called for universal celebration?
Ji Yanzhi took a deep breath, abruptly pulled out a chair, and sat down. "Mm, we should celebrate. Come on, I'll join you."
For some reason, Ji Ting thought he heard a hint of gritted teeth in that voice. He blinked in confusion. Does Ji Yanzhi...
Ji Yanzhi's hands paused, and his ears perked up.
...hate this roast chicken?