Ye Qingqiu glared at Li Tingshen and roared. She held her hand tightly and her eyes swept across Li Tingshen's hand.
His fingers were slender and fair. He looked like a rich young master with noble and clean hands.
Something seemed to settle in his eyes, and the pain in his palms and knees became clearer.
Li Tingshen looked at her quietly, but his gaze was colder than the winter air.
"Follow you?"
Li Tingshen's thin lips curled into a mocking smile.
Ye Qingqiu raised her head slightly and looked at the tall figure in front of her. Her lips turned pale.
Xiao Chu hung up the phone and walked to Li Tingshen. He whispered,
"CEO Li, Miss Xu'er is still waiting for you in the ward."
Xiao Chu's words were like an invisible slap to Ye Qingqiu's face.
It was extremely loud.
Her pupils constricted imperceptibly and she tightened her grip.
Did it hurt?
It hurt.
Her entire body ached.
