The atmosphere instantly turned ice-cold.
Duan Qizhao apparently thought it was not cold enough. His mouth rattled on like a stand-up comic's. "Did you hear him? Get going. You really think you're somebody, cruising around town in an orange Porsche? I saw you from a mile away and thought some traffic light had come to life."
Li Jingyao finally failed to keep the smile on his face.
Jiang Huaixiao stood on the steps. That cold-faced lord of death had not said a word this entire time, yet his presence outweighed the whole line of bodyguards at the entrance combined.
However much of a troublemaker Li Jingyao was, even he knew he would gain nothing here today.
He raised a hand to put his sunglasses back on and gave Jiang Xun a flippant whistle.
"All right, I was out of line today." He opened the car door, then looked back to add, "Young Master Jiang, we'll definitely meet again."
The Porsche started up again. Its orange body traced a showy arc outside the inpatient building, and its exhaust blasted Duan Qizhao right in the face.
Duan Qizhao spat several times after its taillights, then turned to complain to Jiang Xun. "Is that blond seriously sick in the head? Calling you a little beauty-he nearly made me throw up last night's dinner!"
Jiang Xun turned his head, his lazy gaze following the Porsche as it turned out of the gates. Before the window rolled all the way up, he saw Li Jingyao turn his head, take off his sunglasses, and mouth something at him.
He did not catch it.
Shen Wangjing's hand was already on the back of his neck. His warm palm gently turned Jiang Xun's head back before he could keep looking.
"Stop looking."
His voice was so low it