Su Hongxing froze for a moment before replying, "Just focus on driving, stop talking."
Ye Qilan was smooth-tongued as ever; no matter what he said, he always sounded justified.
But before they even returned to Qingmu Garden, she received a call from Jiang Su. She pressed the answer button, and Xiao Ji's voice came through the line: "Amou, the doctor says my injuries are too severe and I need proper nourishment. Can you make me some soup and bring it to me tomorrow? It's been so long since I've had your soup..."
Su Hongxing instinctively glanced at Ye Qilan.
Ye Qilan happened to be looking at her too, his expression a mixture of mockery and disdain. Under his gaze, she didn't dare to agree.
Then, Ye Qilan grabbed her phone and hung up the call, speaking indifferently, "Xiao Ji is crafty and calculating. If you agree to his request, you'll be falling into his trap. I haven't had your soup in ages either. Why should he get the chance to drink it?"
