"Alright," Sang Qiao had to compromise, then added with some concern, "If Si Jing returns too late, will the room smell?"
Si Chenli's expression darkened even more. His thin lips twitched, "Call him."
"Okay." Sang Qiao obediently went to make the call, mainly because the urine bottle was left in the room for too long and it would start to smell.
She wanted to help take it away earlier, or ask a nurse to help clean, but men have their pride, and he clearly had made up his mind not to let her touch it again.
After Sang Qiao made the call, it wasn't long before Si Jing hurried back.
His heart was in despair; when there was nothing wrong, he felt superfluous, and even when needed, he was just there to handle the urine bottle.
Brother Li didn't want his beloved to touch the urine bottle, so was he, as his brother, born just to handle that thing!
Grumbling aside, when he arrived at the ward, Si Jing still obediently carried the urine bottle to the restroom to clean it.
