Song Qiao was taken aback, opening her mouth in a daze, "But your gunshot wound hasn't healed yet."
"I can recover just as well at home." The man's handsome and clean features no longer bore the paleness she had observed before; instead, his brows and eyes carried a hint of a smile as he continued to speak directly to Song Qiao, "And it's more convenient at home. This way, you won't have to come to the hospital after getting off work. It's the same going home."
Song Qiao looked at him with some surprise but eventually said nothing. After all, Lu Jingchen's attitude had clearly told her that she could go back to work, so she hummed in acknowledgment.
In the afternoon, as soon as Chen's mother arrived, she promptly handled the discharge procedures. Sitting in the black Maybach, Song Qiao still made a polite call to Xi Mohan out of courtesy.
