Seeing how Zhan Lichuan was already leaving the room while sitting in his wheelchair, Jing Qian lazily stood up and followed behind him. She was just like someone who was being dragged out of the room by Zhan Lichuan.
"Hehehehehehhe..."
Master Zhan stared at the young couple's interaction and let out a burst of loud, bright laughter.
Zhe Yan rubbed his face before putting on a professional, poker expression.
After walking through the corridor and the living room inside the VIP ward, the automated glass door to the VIP ward slid open. There was a vast living space outside, wherein Father Jing held onto a fruit basket while Mother Jing carried a cheap bouquet of flowers as she sat on the sofa.
When they saw Zhan Lichuan, both of their eyes lit up with hope.
"Third Young Master."
Father Jing instantly stood up and greeted Zhan Lichuan. With the previous lesson learned, Father Jing didn't dare to offend him.
