Liang Qiran arrived at Mr. Si's sickroom door, clenching his teeth as he knocked.
However, it was Sang Qiao's voice that answered, "Come in."
Only then did Liang Qiran turn the doorknob and open the door. He did not dare to look at Sang Qiao, his gaze fixed squarely on Mr. Si lying on the sickbed. He strode over, "Mr. Si, I have something I need to discuss with you, about yesterday."
"Speak," Si Chenli said without even lifting his eyelids, his thin lips barely parting.
Liang Qiran couldn't help frowning as he glanced at Sang Qiao. How could Si Chenli, such a proud man, tolerate Sang Qiao knowing about such matters?
Shouldn't he have insisted on absolute secrecy, forbidding a third party from finding out?
Yet, Liang Qiran still didn't want Sang Qiao to know he was such a tainted man. He lowered his head, "I think it's not good for Sang Qiao to know about this."
"No harm. If you won't speak, then leave," Si Chenli maintained his indifferent demeanor.
