On the day she was discharged, ning Qing did not say a word.
She felt lucky.
Perhaps, if she left the hospital, she would be able to escape from that man.
Ning Xi's mother was pushing her in a wheelchair. The person who came to pick them up was the banquet master who had disappeared for a few days.
He greeted mother ning, then turned to look at the woman in the wheelchair.
His expression was numb, his eyes were listless, and there was no sign of life at all.
Yan Sichen's heart ached and he bent down in front of her.
"Qing Qing."
She did not respond.
He couldn't help but reach out and press on the back of her hand.
Yan Sichen could clearly see her fear from her sudden throw.
"Qing Qing, what's wrong?"
Why did it suddenly become like this?
Ning Qing held her hand and felt very touched, especially by men.
She avoided his gaze and tried her best to control her fear.
"Don't come over. I'm fine."
