Xia Jinyuan wanted to laugh. Before he could answer, he heard familiar footsteps chasing after him. He could tell that Ye Jian was worried about him.
He turned around and smiled gently at Ye Jian, who was running after him, to reassure her. Then, he continued, "You really don't have to run back and forth like this. I can even walk out of the hospital myself, so what problem can there be? There's really nothing wrong. It's just a flesh wound."
Should he really say he didn't want to see her? He didn't want to. After all, she'd given birth to him. It would be too hurtful to say that.
The Xia family would not let him hurt his biological mother who had given birth to him.
All he could do was politely distance himself.
Hearing his calm tone, Ye Jian calmed down.
