CHAPTER 122: CHAPTER 122: WOOF WOOF WOOF

A pair of eyes restlessly turning in their sockets, constantly scrutinizing Shen Jue’s expression.

Rong Qingqing could bet that if she irritates Shen Jue again, he’s really capable of smashing her computer.

"If she reaches for the computer again, tell me," Shen Jue said to the little nurse.

"Okay, Mr. Shen." The little nurse nodded repeatedly, relieved that someone could handle this patient.

Shen Jue stared at Rong Qingqing for a few seconds, with no intention of leaving.

After a while, he suddenly spoke to Rong Qingqing.

"I just came over to tell you that the ugly thing you bought was shipped this morning," Shen Jue said.

"What did I buy?"

Rong Qingqing was truly baffled, her eyes blank with confusion.

Shen Jue stared directly at Rong Qingqing for a few seconds.

Hmm, she probably didn’t like his choice of adjectives, so she played dumb on purpose.

She had been earnestly nagging him to buy this thing for her, how could she forget so quickly?

It’s not like she suffered from amnesia.

Shen Jue clicked his tongue, "That pot of grass with free shipping for five yuan."

Rong Qingqing had a sudden realization, "Oh!"

If he hadn’t mentioned it, she truly would have forgotten.

But to Shen Jue, her expression confirmed that she had been playacting.

It was only then that Rong Qingqing went to check her phone messages.

Seeing the number, her naturally good memory identified it as Zhao Junxi’s.

Upon opening, she found a text message with just three characters.

——Woof woof woof.

Rong Qingqing was utterly baffled and immediately dialed Zhao Junxi’s number.

She launched into a question without pause.

"Junxi beggar, are you crazy? What’s the meaning of that text?" Rong Qingqing asked.

Zhao Junxi was quite pleased to receive Rong Qingqing’s call, "I’ve decided not to sell my apartment because I find living here comfortable, that’s it, bye."

Zhao Junxi hung up as soon as he finished.

Rong Qingqing hung up on him once, and now he hung up on her once, fair enough.

Rong Qingqing remembered that day she ran into Zhao Junxi at the apartment, and he did say something along those lines.

He said if he continued living in that apartment, he’d be a dog.

So, the text message just now was him admitting he was a dog.

Rong Qingqing burst into laughter, while laughing, she shoved her phone back under her pillow.

With a turn of her head, she saw Shen Jue still sitting there with a stern face, prompting her to blurt out, "Why are you still here?"

In the next second, Shen Jue immediately stood up and left.

Rong Qingqing wasn’t sure if she was imagining things, but it seemed like Shen Jue glared at her on his way out?

Was it?

It seemed like it?

Did she say something wrong just now?

Rong Qingqing wasn’t bothered whether Shen Jue left annoyed or unannoyed, as soon as he left, she pulled out her computer to hand to the nurse.

"Could you help me put it away, sorry, I mean hide it for me," Rong Qingqing instructed,

"Even if I’m asleep, no one is allowed to touch my computer, it’s my personal belonging, I dislike others touching it."

The computer had quite a few things; Rong Qingqing was worried about them being seen.

Though her computer isn’t something just anyone could start up, she wanted to prevent any eventualities.

The document sent to Rong Kuo is still stored on her computer.

For precaution, Rong Qingqing didn’t dare delete it for now.

Days have passed, yet she still doesn’t know how things are progressing with Jixing Company.

She really doesn’t know whom to reach out to regarding Jixing’s current state.

Day after day, anxious and worried.

Rong Jiaojiao arrived even earlier than Rong Qingqing anticipated, clearly not one to dawdle around.