Ji Hanyan dropped that remark and her figure disappeared down the hallway ahead.
Meanwhile, Long Ziheng was tightly restrained by the arms by two black-clad bodyguards, almost incapable of movement.
"Let go of me," he said.
"Young master, please don't make it difficult for us."
The two black-clad bodyguards said this indifferently, then glanced at two others, who immediately carried Long Ziheng back to his room…
A feeling of heaviness sank in Long Ziheng's heart, followed by a bitter smile—
He had overestimated himself after all!
He was nothing more than a good-for-nothing, and there he was, foolishly dreaming of convincing them?
...
As night fell, at Anshan Sanatorium, outside Shu Yan's hospital room.
"Mr. An, you're here!"
Upon seeing An Zijie, the nurse smiled and greeted him immediately.
An Zijie nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. How is she doing?"
"Same as always, though she looks to have good color today."
