Zhao Ximo gritted his teeth, the dark circles under his eyes intense: "These past days, I have never been so calm!"
"Look at yourself now. You talk about calm. Do you even believe yourself?" Zhou Jingwei pinched the bridge of his nose, pulling Cheng Weiyue behind him, his voice cold and steady, "Instead, you might as well think about what you're going to do when Sang Wanting wakes up."
"What else can I do? All she thinks about is escaping!" Zhao Ximo's eyes were red-rimmed, and as he said this, he suddenly let out a light laugh: "But this time, I won't let her leave again."
His emotions seemed to be in serious trouble.
Cheng Weiyue frowned as she looked at the gloom in his eyes and finally couldn't help saying, "I was the one who brought her to the hospital. If you can't guarantee that you won't hurt her, I won't let you see her."
