The Story of Ling and Heng (282)

"Don't care about who he is. He is someone who cares about me. There's no need to make him your enemy." Feng Ling's tone was direct. She took another sip of the tea and continued. "Mr. Li, although I know my words may be useless, but I advise you to take a clear look at your status and stop living next door. Los Angeles is where you should be at; this is Boston."

"Do I need you to tell me where I should go?" The man appeared to be well-aware of his circumstances. He did not ask more about that Student Chen, who delivered ginger tea over, but his gaze remained unhappy. He glanced at the time and picked up the keys she left on her shoe shelf.

"Why are you taking my keys?" Feng Ling had seen the man's movements.

"You're already this ill. Didn't you think of going out to buy medicine? I'll go get some for you."

"Why did you take my keys…?"