Xing Shu woke up at around 11 a.m.. When she saw the familiar ceiling, she hurriedly propped herself up. So last night was not a dream? Cheng Lang really did not go on a business trip and appeared at the police station? Was it for her?
Xing Shu got out of bed. The moment her feet touched the floor, she knelt down. The place where her feet had been cut was burning with pain. She held onto the bed and got up. When she saw the walking stick beside her, she knew that it was for her and hurriedly took it. There was no one outside the door. She walked to the study door with the walking stick clumsily. Cheng Lang was in a meeting inside. He seemed to be perpetually in meetings.
