Hospital, VIP ward.
Lin Xi lay on the hospital bed with a piece of gauze on her forehead, her complexion somewhat pale.
"I'm really sorry about last night. I was unconscious then, and they probably called you because you were the last person I talked to," she said.
Mo Chen, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, sat in a chair.
His aura was noble yet indifferent, and his handsome features were captivating.
"It's okay."
Lin Xi looked at him, "Xiaowu came last night, were you very busy?"
The man replied indifferently, "Yeah, something came up last minute, I couldn't get away."
"Oh…"
At that moment, a nurse pushed open the door of the ward and came in, changing to a new IV bag.
Thinking Mo Chen was Lin Xi's boyfriend, the nurse cautioned, "You're her boyfriend, right? She can't eat anything during the day today, but she can have porridge tonight…"
"I'm not," Mo Chen answered coldly, without a moment's hesitation.
