With a deafening buzz, Jiang Shuoyuan felt as though he had slammed headfirst into a giant bell. His vision kept blacking out.
He swayed uncontrollably and reached out for something to steady himself, only to grasp thin air and stumble backward.
Ji Ting hurried to catch his arm. But no sooner had Jiang Shuoyuan regained his footing than he shoved Ji Ting away. "Get away from me-"
The shove did nothing to Ji Ting, but the recoil sent Jiang Shuoyuan staggering, nearly toppling over again.
The butler spotted them from a distance and, thinking they were fighting, rushed over in a panic.
"Mr. Jiang, please talk this through calmly. The Second Young Master is still a child!"
Seeing him shield Ji Ting, Jiang Shuoyuan was so furious he could barely breathe. "You... you..."
"Uncle Yang, Mr. Jiang isn't feeling well. Help him inside first," Ji Ting said.
The butler stepped forward, but Jiang Shuoyuan wanted none of his help. He shook off his arm and headed for his car.
The butler was about to follow when Ji Ting stopped him. "I'll take him to the hospital. You don't need to come."
"Wait, Second Young Master!"
Ji Ting caught up to Jiang Shuoyuan just as he was about to get into his car and caught hold of the door.
Jiang Shuoyuan's eyes looked ready to spit fire. "What else do you want?" he demanded.
"Mr. Jiang, you don't know me, so of course you don't trust me. Then why haven't you considered that I might have been lying just now, or that there might be more to this?"
The question stunned Jiang Shuoyuan for a moment, then suddenly cleared his head.
*Exactly. Why should I take this brat's word for it? What if he's lying, or trying to drive a wedge