When Zhou Ming opened his eyes, the first person he saw was a sickly Xiao Yunhua with a bandage wrapped around her head. Panicking, he tried to get up but immediately groaned from a sharp pain.
Xiao Yunhua noticed his movements and quickly held him down. "You can't move around too much. You need to heal."
"What happened? All I remember is—"
"Your accident... your assistant texted me using your phone that you had an accident. What kind of accident was that severe to get you so many wounds?" Realizing that she didn't know about the accident, Zhou Ming was relieved. She didn't need to know such irreverent information. His assistant was clever.
Instead of being truthful with her, he answered, "Just an unlucky day... Seeing you here, I guess you're not angry at me anymore?"
Xiao Yunhua pouted. How could she still be angry when he experienced near-death? "I had to transfer blood to you."
