The butler sighed in relief, "Thank you, sir."
Xiang Yiqing smiled faintly and, after securing Charles's IV, he instructed the butler, "He should wake up soon. After he wakes up, give him something high in sugar."
The butler nodded, "Understood."
Xiang Yiqing pursed his lips and turned to Ji Anning, "Let's go."
He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked towards the door. Ji Anning looked back one more time at the photograph on the bedside table, feeling a familiar sensation but unable to recall why.
"This old man's hypoglycemia seems even worse than Chicheng's," he remarked as they left Charles's room.
Xiang Yiqing chatted casually with Ji Anning.
This old man...
Hearing Xiang Yiqing's reference to Charles, Ji Anning's mouth twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but recall Charles's handsome, aged face, thinking that the old demon must be nearly fifty, yet his face bore no marks of the years, just like Qi Helian's mother.
