Jiang Yang stared fixedly at him; he had never understood just where he had lost to Leng Youchen. This man was so indifferent and unfeeling—why was Anning so devoted and faithful to him?
Leng Youchen settled into the chair. "Mr. Jiang seems to be unable to sleep as well?"
Jiang Yang leaned against the headboard. Originally, the hospital bed was not directly facing the door and couldn't see outside the ward. It was after he woke up that he instructed someone to move the bed slightly so he could observe the comings and goings of that person on the opposite side.
The cold words she spoke that day still lingered in his ears. It really made him uncomfortable, so he went to the bar to drink his sorrows away, only to be entangled by Linda and inexplicably hit with a bottle.
"After sleeping for a day and a night, it's true that I'm not sleepy at all. I wonder why Mr. Leng is still up so late?"
