Seeing the look on Lin Yue's face grow darker, Qi Yun knew that if she let Zhao Wenzheng continue, something bad might really happen. She quickly cut in, "Alright, it's getting late. Junior Brother Lin is still injured and needs to rest and recover properly. We should go. We'll come see you another time."
As she spoke, she gave Xu Hong a meaningful look.
Xu Hong quickly stood up as well. "Right, right. Junior Brother Lin, you focus on your recovery. We'll come back another day."
Zhao Wenzheng wanted to say more, but a sharp look from Qi Yun silenced him. He could only shut his mouth resentfully and get up to follow.
The three of them said their goodbyes to Lin Yue and quickly left the room.
The door was gently pulled shut, and silence once again fell over the room.
Lin Yue leaned against the headboard, his brow knitted so tightly it looked like a tangled knot.
