The forty-minute journey ended with the motorcade stopping in front of the Yan Emperor Private Hospital.
Before Li Qiao got out of the car, Shang Yu grabbed her arm, leaned into her face, and lightly sucked on her lips, "Call me if you need anything."
"Mhm, got it," Li Qiao responded with a smile, pecking him on the face before turning and stepping out of the car.
Taking the dates special to Parma from Luoyu's hand, she walked unhurriedly towards the inpatient department.
Shang Yu sat in the car, watching her leave. Withdrawing his gaze, his handsome face regained its usual cold indifference as he ordered in a deep voice, "Leave a car for Luoyu."
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On the other side, Li Qiao arrived at the high-end ward area, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open to enter.
Then, she regretted it.
She had knocked on the door; why did she still see Li San, wearing a hospital gown, pressing Nan Xin against the wall and kissing her fiercely?
In broad daylight, was this appropriate?
