Haiyue sat there quietly, listening to the conversation between Sikong Jingqiu and Secretary Lin, looking at his frown and his increasingly ugly expression.
Several times, Haiyue wanted to tell Sikong Jing about Qiu Yi Zhentian, but when she thought of him lying in the ward, sacrificing his time to recuperate for the sake of the company, he was so anxious here that all the words that came to his lips were gone.
Swallowed it.
She had no way to say anything, so she could only sit there silently, holding Sikong Jingqiu's hand tightly when his muscles tensed up after hearing the bad news.[
Apart from this, Haiyue didn't know what else she could do for him.
A long period of time passed, and Sikong Jingqiu finally understood everything and hung up the phone.
He sighed, closed his eyes, and leaned back tiredly. His hands fell weakly to the edge of the bed and spread out, and the phone fell out of his palm.
"Sikong...are you okay?" Haiyue was worried about whether his body could bear it if this continued.
She even regretted telling Sikong Jingqiu about this matter... If she had known earlier that it would upset him so much, she might not have...
"I'm fine." Sikong Jingqiu opened his eyes and struggled to get up.
"What are you going to do?" Haiyue quickly held down his arms to prevent him from moving.
"I have to rush back to the company right away." Sikong Jingqiu took Haiyue's hand away and sat upright with his arms raised, regardless of her obstruction.
However, when he was about to get out of bed, he almost fell to the ground because his legs were covered with thick plasters.
Haiyue struggled to support him, "No! You're not well yet, so you can't move around casually."
Sikong Jingqiu refused to listen to Haiyue's advice and insisted on getting out of bed.
The result of his insistence on going his own way was that he fell off the bed and fell into a ball with Haiyue. His leg in plaster almost pressed on Haiyue's stomach!