Hearing Chiang Qing's words, Qi Taiguo's face darkened, and he suddenly felt an immense dislike for the person in front of him, as if she were everywhere, an inescapable ghost.
Qi Taiguo didn't even want to talk to her and walked around her to go back and rest. There would be tough battles to face starting tomorrow, and he needed his full energy for them, not to waste it on idle chatter with her.
Chiang Qing's brow furrowed, wondering if this man was too cold.
"Commander Qi, surely you're not angry with me just for making a joke?" Chiang Qing stopped him, half teasing, half complaining.
"Doctor Chiang, what do you mean by stopping me at this late hour?" Qi Taiguo asked, looking at the hand in front of him with a cold tone.
Chiang Qing's lips pouted slightly as she thought it through, knowing Qi Taiguo's character: he was straightforward and definitely not one for any sly tricks. Engaging him in small talk was probably impossible.
