The car drove to Changling Hospital.
Xiao Yi had been waiting at the entrance. When the car stopped, he walked up and opened the rear door.
Legs clad in suit trousers looked long, his black leather shoes had just touched the ground when Xiao Yi looked down. "Young Master Zhi."
Su Qinghou got out of the car and walked ahead, his steps lazy. "Where am I sleeping?"
Xiao Yi replied courteously, "I'll take you there."
"No need."
The place was so small, he couldn't possibly get lost.
Xiao Yi replied, "It's in building three, seventh floor, first room on the left."
Su Qinghou headed directly towards building three.
Less than ten minutes later,
Xiao Yi received his phone call.
"Come and pick me up."
"Where are you?"
There was a strong hostility in his tone—he had gone from a lazy, charming cat to a man-eating tiger. "I don't know."
Knowing his unpredictable mood, Xiao Yi didn't dare ask further. "I'm coming right away."
He commanded, "Hurry up!"
