As smoking was not allowed in the hospital, Fu Qinglun was smoking in the area at the entrance of the hospital.
His injured right arm looked weak and his entire shirt was littered in blood stains. Holding the cigarette in his left hand, he leaned against the wall lazily and frowned.
He needed the rush of nicotine to numb himself.
Gu Mohan let go off Tang Mo'er's hand as she set off to find Lin Shiyu's ward. With his hand shoved into his trouser pocket, he looked further to see if the woman bumped into anything as he approached Fu Qinglun.
His lips exuded a sarcastic smile and Gu Mohan let out a dark chuckle. "I told you long ago that having two women at the same time was playing with fire. Lu Qi'er and Lin Ruoxi are just dogs biting each other to the death, why are you such a busybody to meddle with them?"
Fu Qinglun frowned and continued to smoke.
It was as though he hadn't heard a single word.
