After he finished treating the wound, Neil took away the disinfectant and gauze.
Yang Jian walked over to Lu Hualiang, saw how disheveled he was, and couldn't help advising, "Boss, why don't you go wash up and get some rest first? I'll stay here with Young Madam."
He hadn't changed his clothes in days, and there was already a smell.
When Neil came back, he happened to hear this, and the corner of his eye twitched almost imperceptibly.
He thought to himself that Yang Jian had been exiled on that round-the-world assignment for a reason!
His IQ was so damn touching!
His wife and child's life and death were still uncertain—how could the boss possibly go rest at a time like this?
You'll keep watch? Hell, the one inside isn't your wife. What good is you keeping watch!
He glanced at Lu Hualiang, whose mood had already hit peak volatility and who could blow up at any moment, and to avoid a bloodbath in the hospital, Neil hurried over and yanked Yang Jian aside.
