He glanced at her sidelong and smiled, "Where did you hear about Gael?"
"Lawrence told me."
Feng Xing understood, "So that's why you want to break up with him?"
"Pretty much... How is it going?"
Feng Xing's expression was very calm. As he looked at Liang Manyue lying on the hospital bed and was about to speak, the person on the bed suddenly sat up.
"Shiqian!"
Chi Huan frowned.
Even though she always called Mo Shiqian by his name, she just didn't like to hear other women call him 'Shiqian.' It was nauseating, especially when that was the first name they blurted out upon waking.
She pursed her lips, and spoke indifferently, "Miss Liang, he's asleep."
It was only then that Liang Manyue's gaze seemed to regain focus as she looked towards them, her voice hoarse, "Miss Chi."
At last, her gaze fell on the man beside Chi Huan, and she asked, "Feng Xing... is he hurt?"
