Wen Ying said she wanted to use the bathroom, and didn't give Song Foxiang and Song Chan a chance to object. She just went straight into the bathroom, closed the door and locked it, all in one go!
Song Foxiang lives in a single room with a separate bathroom, and the hospital's disinfection is also very thorough.
But Wen Ying's behavior made the father and daughter feel strange.
...It feels like a dog is chasing Wen Ying. Is it really necessary to be so anxious?
Before Song Chan could say anything, Jiang Xuekun also entered the ward: "Mr. Xie is in the hospital."
Song Foxiang was a little excited.
"How could he come here?"
"Examination of the injury."
Jiang Xuekun wanted to inform Song Foxiang so that he would not be unprepared.
Song Foxiang felt a little guilty for once.
Did I hurt the guy named Xie with that kick?
On second thought, just kick it to pieces, maybe it was just a silver wax spear head that looked good but was useless!
Besides, it was Xie who started the fight first, and I was just fighting back in self-defense. I have my reasons no matter where I go.
Song Foxiang calmed down and even sneered: "It's been so long. If something really happens, can Mr. Xie's injury be saved?"
This person's mouth is too mean.
Fortunately, Jiang Xuekun was well-mannered and did not stand on Xie Jinghu's side deep down. If Zhao Dong was present, he would have been so angry that he would have jumped up and down at Song Foxiang.
"Old Song, I'm just letting you know. What you decide is up to you. Don't worry, the unit will definitely have your back."
Jiang Xuekun is well-mannered and has a straightforward stance, so Song Foxiang felt a little embarrassed.
Song Chan tried to smooth things over: "Uncle Jiang, please don't bother with my dad. He lost his temper when he heard that Mr. Xie was coming."
"Mr. Jiang, I was wrong."
Song Foxiang did not ask Song Chan to help apologize.
Jiang Xuekun didn't say anything either.
Although both are fathers, the difference between Song Foxiang and Xie Jinghu is obvious when compared.
For this reason, Jiang Xuekun couldn't help but remind Song Foxiang to stop while he was ahead.
The three of them were talking in the ward. Xie Jinghu had already arrived at the hospital accompanied by his assistant, Zhong Yong, and the police from the police station. Xie Jinghu was pushed upstairs in a wheelchair. As the wheelchair passed by Xie Qian, Xie Jinghu glanced at Xie Qian and sneered:
"I thought you were so capable!"
This is a double entendre, meaning that Xie Qian is neither capable of solving the problem of Song Foxiang nor able to stop Xie Jinghu from leaving the police station, and is not doing both ends.
Xie Qian smiled, "Editor-in-Chief Song said that a tiger father will have a dog son. I learned some of my skills from you, and I also feel that I still have a lot of room for improvement."
What's so strange about being young and not having enough abilities?
What’s strange is that for someone like Xie Jinghu, who is not young anymore and got into a fight and ended up in the police station, I really don’t know where he got the nerve to scold his son.
Wen Ying was hiding in the bathroom and heard the conversation between Xie Jinghu and Xie Qian clearly. She felt very sorry for Xie Qian.
Verbal violence is also violence.
Xie Jinghu, this living scumbag, always belittles her idol!
Humph, if others had such an outstanding son, they would definitely want to worship him. Only a living scumbag can't see the good in Xie Qian!
Fortunately, Xie Qian knew to fight back.
Well done, that's what you do!
Xie Jinghu was indeed irritated by Xie Qian. Just as he was about to explode, Zhong Yong urged Xie Jinghu to get checked out: "Mr. Xie, your injury...can't be delayed any longer."
Only then did Xie Jinghu let his assistant push him away with a gloomy face.
Although he passed by Song Fofuxiang's ward, Xie Jinghu did not go in, as if he did not know that Song Fofuxiang was inside.
More than ten minutes later, Zhong Yong came over to tell Xie Qian that Xie Jinghu had arranged for him to be hospitalized.
"Is it really that serious?"
Xie Qian didn't believe it.
Zhong Yong said seriously, "Mr. Xie, this kind of injury is hard to say. If Mr. Xie feels unwell, he can be hospitalized, just like Editor-in-Chief Song has a concussion."
Zhong Yong and Xie Qian were talking at the door of the ward, and Song Foxiang could hear them clearly from inside. Song Foxiang was so angry that he almost jumped off the bed.
Xie Jinghu was so shameless as to copy his moves!
Plagiarism!
Which scholar could tolerate this? Song Foxiang even wanted to turn the tables and give Xie Jinghu a beating.
"Old Song!"
Jiang Xuekun whispered to him, "If you're not feeling well, why are you getting out of bed?"
If you want to pretend to be injured, you have to act professionally.
Song Foxiang was indignant and turned away.
Song Chan thought: As expected, Xie Qian and that Mr. Xie are not on good terms, and even Mr. Jiang’s stance is very delicate.
Wen Ying was just wondering whether to come out of the bathroom. No matter how well the hospital disinfected it, it was still a bathroom after all. But Xie Jinghu's assistant suddenly came over.
Xie Jinghu's assistant came to apologize on behalf of Xie Jinghu.
Speaking of this, Wen Ying became excited and immediately stuck to the door panel to listen. Then Wen Ying heard Song Chan Xiaoduidui come online.
Song Chan's voice was not loud, and she was still the same as in school, with the temperament of a goddess, but she was particularly irritating.
"I have a question."
As soon as Song Chan opened her mouth, everyone in the room looked at her. She asked Assistant Xie Jinghu seriously, "Does your CEO Xie usually skip meals?"
“……?”
What is the problem?
The assistant didn't react for a moment.
"Of course, eating—"
Song Chan sneered, "So you're going to eat in person? I thought it was usually you assistants and lackeys who took turns eating for Mr. Xie. Speaking of which, you were there when Mr. Xie got beaten up, right? Why didn't you 'fight' for Mr. Xie?"
Who are you calling a lackey?
The assistant's face flushed red.
The corners of Zhong Yong's mouth curled up, but then he remembered that the occasion was not right, so he forced himself to endure it.
——But I caught a glimpse of Xie Shao and it seemed that he was also smiling, so could I relax a little?
Song Chan chuckled, "Why, I said it wrong, President Xie will have dinner in person, but he won't apologize in person? Isn't it all done through the same mouth?"
The assistant's face darkened, and after adjusting his mentality, he was able to respond: "Mr. Song, this is a matter between adults. As a minor, you shouldn't interrupt. I'm apologizing to Editor-in-Chief Song on behalf of Mr. Xie, not to you."
Song Chan would not be fooled by the assistant's evasiveness.
"I'm my father's daughter. He's injured and can't speak, so of course I have the right to speak for him. But you, aren't you Mr. Xie's son? What gives you the right to apologize on his behalf?"
Mr. Xie's son stood at the door, hoping to see the joke.
The assistant looked resentful, blaming Xie Qian for ignoring the overall situation. Song Chan told him not to count on Xie Qian: "Oh, actually, it's none of Xie Qian's business. He has already apologized on behalf of Mr. Xie, and I personally accept it."
The assistant didn't have time to be happy, Song Chan changed the subject, "It's a pity that my dad didn't accept it."
——Are you kidding me, little girl?
Song Chan's sharp tongue fooled the assistant around, and even Xie Qian couldn't help but look at Song Chan a second time.
Noticing Xie Qian's gaze, Song Chan subconsciously straightened her back.
Song Chan is not very pretty, but she is tall and thin with a very beautiful neck line.
However, he didn't know that the person Xie Qian was looking at was Song Chan, but he was thinking of Wen Ying: Song Chan's ability to confront people is only about 70% of Wen Ying's.
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