"Really? That's great, I'm getting bored to death being stuck here every day," Ling Chen said with a cheerful face.
"I've arranged a place for you to stay; it's perfect for quiet recovery and relatively secluded, so journalists won't disturb you."
Ling Chen nodded and said, "That's best." He really feared those journalists in recent days. To obtain firsthand information, they employed all sorts of extreme tactics. Just the night before, a journalist even climbed through the window. This was the tenth floor, and he thought someone was trying to assassinate him, almost killing the person in the process.
Nanrong Wanqing sat at the bedside, took an apple from the fruit basket, peeled it while asking, "Are you involved in the Martial Arts Tournament?"
Martial Arts Tournament? Ling Chen was slightly startled and asked, "How did you know about this?"
