Time slipped away bit by bit, and the morning sunlight spread over the entire Jiang City.
The bustling city woke up, bathed in pleasant sunshine, promising a new day full of hope.
Lu Chi, wearing a deep blue suit and sporting a short, stylish haircut, his handsome face defined by sharp features, was marked by a slender scar, adding a touch of wildness to his appearance.
His eyes were cold, tinged with a hint of world-weariness, and his tall figure exuded elegance. With hands in his pockets, he walked into the hospital like a graceful young nobleman.
"Where is everyone?" he asked the people sent to the hospital. "Is Gu Tianhao really going to die?"
"Miss Gu has not come to the hospital," a subordinate respectfully answered Lu Chi's question, and added, "Gu Tianhao has been in a coma for several days and has not woken up."
Lu Chi's eyebrows furrowed, and he took out his phone to dial Gu Qingcheng's number.
