As Chiang Qing and Secretary Gao were speaking, the door to the ward was knocked on. After saying "come in," several people entered in military uniforms, carrying flower baskets and fruit baskets.
Chiang Qing looked over and met eyes with one of them. Her lips curved slightly. Who else could it be but Qi Taiguo?
Qi Taiguo glanced past Chiang Qing's face indifferently, his expression calm and emotionless.
Chiang Qing didn't care at all. If he were ardently eager about her, that would have been strange. Now, he was just being himself.
She enjoyed seeing that he disapproved of her yet had no choice but to come.
After a round of pleasantries, Battalion Commander He inquired about Chiang Qing's injury, expressing regret and sympathy for her pain.
"Miss Chiang, take good care of yourself, otherwise, we can't explain it to Commander Chiang and Secretary Gao!" Battalion Commander He said with a cheerful smile.
