At the hospital.
Xing Shu leaned against the bed wearily. Her cell phone rang—it was Nie Xi. "Xing Shu, can you pick me up?" Nie Xi's voice was choked with despair.
Xing Shu hurriedly got up. "What's wrong? Where are you? I'll be right there." There was still a third of the drip left, but Xing Shu was anxious and could not be bothered to call the nurse over. She pulled out the cannula and ran out as she pressed hard on the back of her bleeding hand. After hailing a cab, she gave the address of Sunset Bar.
When Xing Shu found Nie Xi, she was sitting in a dark private room with tears streaming down her face. Xing Shu went forward helplessly. "Nie Xi, what's wrong?"
Nie Xi looked at Xing Shu through her tears and said, "Xing Shu, what would you do if Cheng Lang asked you to sleep with another man?"
In an instant, Xing Shu's expression changed. She was shocked. "Nie Heng, he…"
