Zhan Qipei's figure appeared in the sight of the few present.
Upon spotting Xu Moqian seated at the bedside, his expression instantly darkened, and he strode quickly towards the bed, his face cold like a bitter wind.
"Move aside."
Xu Moqian initially did not want to get up, but considering the need for quiet in the hospital room and Qiao Jing's current physical condition, it could not become too noisy.
If he did not move and thereby caused an argument with Zhan Qipei, Qiao Jing would be the biggest victim.
Taking this into account, Xu Moqian reluctantly stood up.
Zhan Qipei glanced at the space Xu Moqian had cleared for him, his dark eyes deepened, and his sharp gaze landed on the other man.
"You, get out."
Xu Moqian, unwilling to back down, locked eyes with Zhan Qipei in defiance.
"Why should I leave? I'm here to see Sister Jing. On the contrary, why don't you explain why you're so late?"
He had already made so much space, and Zhan Qipei, the kid, should know better!
