As Zhang Shuai drove out of the parking lot, Li Jing sat obediently by the hospital flower bed, holding a vivid red rose and humming a tune while glancing in his direction.
When she saw the two coming out, she excitedly tossed the flower away and got straight into the car.
Tian Xin had always been accustomed to sitting in the back, leaving the front seat for her this time as well.
"The two of you finished talking?" she asked Zhang Shuai, leaning forward.
Zhang Shuai was driving, his eyes fixed on the hospital gate's fence and rearview mirror, too distracted to focus, so he casually replied: "Uh-huh."
"Uh-huh—Is that all?"
She wasn't too pleased, so she turned to ask Tian Xin: "What did you two talk about?"
"Of course, we talked about you," Tian Xin replied with a smile; "My brother, you see, has always been a bit dim-witted from a young age. His brain tends to short-circuit in tough situations. You're with him now, so be tolerant and don't despise him."
