Perhaps he should really think about whether this marriage was worth sustaining.
Or perhaps, he was wrong from the start.
Song Chuyi reclined on the couch.
The whole morning, Robben lay by his feet and for a long time, he didn't see his master move.
Around nine in the morning, a Porsche arrived at the hospital.
Changqing undid the seatbelt. "Just stop here."
However, Fu Yu was in no rush to stop and instead, he tried to find a parking spot slowly. "I still have to visit Guan Ying too. She is, after all, an artiste in my company."
Changqing frowned. "Brother Fu Yu, why don't we head up separately? There should still be reporters at the hospital today. I don't want to create unnecessary trouble."
Fu Yu smiled and agreed.
Changqing got off and walked carefully all the way.
When she entered the hospitalization department, a young nurse beside her suddenly called out "Dr. Song" towards her back.
