Outside Kangfei Hospital, a low-profile Bentley sat quietly. Li Shengxiao walked out of Kangfei Hospital, his handsome face calm as he pulled open the car door and got inside.
The car was filled with a low-pressure atmosphere; the air seemed as if it had solidified.
The driver in front dared not look back, asking softly, "Mr. Li, shall we head back now?"
The distinguished man leaned back in his seat, tipped his head back with his eyes closed, his sharply defined handsome features even more stunning from the angle of his reclined posture. He looked as if in deep contemplation, showing no intent to speak.
Even with his eyes closed, his brows were tightly knitted, and he gripped a black cell phone in his hand, holding it so tightly that he didn't appear to be asleep.
"Mr. Li?" The driver, unsure if the man behind him had heard, steeled himself and called out again.
