Angela took a breath and looked like she had done something wrong.
Jonathan didn't even glance at her, and he coldly dropped a word, "What kind of person you are has nothing to do with me."
As he finished, Jonathan turned his wheelchair and left Angela behind.
As for Angela, in order to maintain her dignity, naturally cannot catch up with him.
And Jonathan…
He had already arrived at Gloria's place in less than a moment.
Seeing she was working hard in decocting medicine and the fine sweat on her forehead, he took out the blue handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, "Wipe the sweat off."
A warm voice echoed in her ear, and Gloria's gaze was also drawn to him.
Seeing him coming, she couldn't help but be surprised, "Why didn't you talk to Miss Phillips about cooperation in the western suburbs?"