Qu Xiujie remained seated on the bed. A desolate expression flashed past his face as he looked at the couple before him. His voice was a little hoarse as he said, "Young Master Ji, I have some things to speak to you about. Please have your guards leave."
Ji Ziming's gaze shifted from Pei Ge's face to the one on the sick bed. Seeing that the middle-aged man's gaze was sincere, he ordered his people to leave, then asked, "What do you have to say to me?"
"Madam, don't you feel my accident and yours are similar?"
Qu Xiujie had a solemn expression. Even his usual flamboyance could not be seen at the moment.
Upon his reminder, Pei Ge recalled that the car accident this time was truly similar to the many car accidents she had had before.
"Mr. Qu, what do you mean?"
Forced calmness flashed briefly in her eyes, but it did not escape her man's gaze.
