Ji Ziming carried his fiancée to another bed in the ward as though he were carrying a treasure.
After placing Pei Ge carefully on the bed, he gently covered her with a blanket.
Once he was done, he planted a kiss lightly on her forehead. Smiling thereafter, he sat down by her bed and gazed at her quietly.
Just by looking at her, his mood improved and he kept smiling.
However, not long after, his phone rang, and the smile on his face was replaced by coldness.
After he saw the caller ID, he left the ward quietly, afraid to wake up the woman.
Closing the door softly, he walked to the corridor and picked up the call.
"Hello."
He stared ahead, his voice sounding cold.
"Is the matter settled?"
The voice was filled with chilliness, and even though it was a simple question, it made people shudder.
"Sir, Miss Qiao…" Du Wen's hesitant voice was transmitted over the phone.
