Lu Jingchi said: "It's all a misunderstanding."

"Hmph, misunderstanding, I think you are getting more and more arrogant now!" Lu Shengwen flicked his sleeves, glanced at him coldly, and went upstairs past him.

The way he looked at Lu Jingchi was not as kind as a father and son should be, it was always cold and cold.

Ever since I was little, I have been stingy with praise.

When the company was prosperous, he didn't even say a word of praise. Now that the company has problems, everyone blames him for everything. He is often frowned upon and looked down upon.

Lu Jingchi didn't have any unnecessary reaction after hearing these words. He looked calmly and glanced sideways at Lu Shengwen's back.

He immediately raised his feet and walked out.

He came to the place where the servants were punished to kneel, and the two men were still kneeling on the ground, in unspeakable pain.

Seeing Lu Jingchi coming, the two begged for mercy.

"Master, please spare us. We are just following orders and don't care about our own affairs..."

"Yes, Master, let us go!"

"Kneel down."

Lu Jingchi said these two words, turned around and left, ignoring the pleadings of the two people behind him.

...

Jiang Lan didn't sleep much that night. His knees hurt, his face hurt, and he was in burning pain in the middle of the night.

Especially when covered with a quilt, the wound felt hot and itchy.

She couldn't help but lift the quilt, and opened the window to let the cool breeze blow in, and then the burning on her knees barely subsided.

But the consequence of doing this is that I catch a cold the next day.

This time I didn’t have a fever, but my nose kept running.

Lu Jingchi didn't come back either. She dragged her painful knees and walked downstairs slowly, and unexpectedly found breakfast on the table.

She walked over and saw a note under the casserole bowl, which was Lu Jingchi's handwriting.

It was scrawled like a bible. She read it carefully for a while before she saw the words on it: Eat well, rest well, and don't go out.

Don't go out again, she can't go out like this.

Jiang Lan sat down on the chair, picked up the spoon and took a taste. It smelled like the restaurant outside again.

After dinner, Jiang Lan could only sit on the sofa and watch TV.

Ever since Lu Jingchi started admiring Xia Yan, you can see her everywhere when you turn on the TV.

It's advertising endorsements, and it's entertainment news about her cooperation with a certain star.

Repeatedly, Jiang Lan could only switch to the cartoon channel to see this annoying face.

She stayed at home bored, and in the afternoon, someone rang the doorbell again.

Jiang Lan instinctively opened the door, but thinking of Lu Jingchi's words, she sat back silently.

After a while, I received a WeChat message.

Doctor Hu: Madam, are you at home? Mr. Lu asked me to check your wound.

Seeing this WeChat message, Jiang Lan pursed her lips, then got up and opened the door for the doctor.

The doctor smiled and greeted her: Good afternoon, madam.

Jiang Lan nodded and turned around to let him in.

Dr. Hu carried the medicine box and said as he walked: "Madam, where are you injured? Your body can't be tortured anymore."

The doctor came to the sofa, put down the medicine box, and looked at Jiang Lan's face.

The swelling is gone, but the blood stains are still there, and the skin around the wound is red.

He thought it was Lu Jingchi who hit him, and his face looked a little unhappy, "This Mr. Lu is really... I think you should explain your situation to him!"
Chapter completed!