Fu Yichen lay on the hospital bed, inconvenient for typing, so his voice message response was somewhat hysterical, "Darling, I almost lost my freaking life, and you're worried about this? Could I specifically go tell him? I can only carry this pot for you, but don't expect there to be a next time!"
Xun Lu heaved a shallow sigh of relief, confirming that Zuo Xingyun hadn't linked yesterday's incident back to her, and put down her phone to continue focusing on her work.
She had never relied on sentiment to maintain her relationship with Zuo Xingyun; it was her excellence at work that did it. That's why even if the emotional bridge they had built over the years were to collapse one day, he wouldn't easily kick her out of the circle; nothing preserves eternality better than mutual benefits.
Hospital.
After Zuo Xingyun arrived, he simply looked at his phone, completely ignoring Fu Yichen on the hospital bed.
"I mean... what the hell are you here for?"
