Shen Wangjing stood at the door, holding an insulated bag with the breakfast he had bought for Jiang Xun inside.
His gaze lingered for a moment on Jiang Huaixiao's hand resting on Jiang Xun's head. Without a word, he shifted half a step aside.
Duan Qizhao's blue-haired head poked furtively in from behind him. His eyes darted around before he tiptoed to the foot of the bed, mimed zipping his mouth shut, and obediently huddled up to make himself less noticeable.
"This was my fault."
Shen Wangjing set the insulated bag on the bedside table and turned to Jiang Huaixiao. "I failed to stop him in time, and I didn't notify you in time either. The responsibility is mine."
The anger Jiang Huaixiao had bottled up all night finally found an outlet.
He slowly rose, facing Shen Wangjing across half the hospital bed. The pressure in the room abruptly dropped.
"Come outside with me," Jiang Huaixiao said coldly.
Shen Wangjing nodded and headed out first.
Jiang Xun threw off the covers and tried to get out of bed to follow. Before his feet were firmly on the floor, Duan Qizhao lunged over and pushed him back onto the bed, locking both arms around his shoulders.
"All right, all right. You're injured. What are you trying to prove?" Duan Qizhao lowered his voice, pinning Jiang Xun's kicking legs with his knee. "Is your brother going to eat him alive? They're just having a few words. What harm can that do?"
Jiang Xun struggled twice without breaking free. Duan Qizhao leaned close to his ear and muttered, "Relax. They're both respectable men. However angry Brother Huaixiao gets, he won't throw punches in a hospital, and Brother Jing isn't someone who loses his cool!"
Before he had finished, a muffled thud came from