```"Really?" He Xing's eyes narrowed dangerously, and his body radiated a chilling coldness.
An immense pressure filled the small space, crashing over Xia Ning like a landslide, turning her face from red to pale: "Brother He Xing, are you angry with me?"
At a red light, the Lamborghini came to an abrupt stop, and Xia Ning cried out in pain, clutching her head.
He Xing sat motionless as steady as Mount Tai; his gaze fixed ahead, his thoughts inscrutable. As the red light began to flash, he glanced at Xia Ning: "Why did you go to the hospital? And why did the paparazzi show up as well?"
"You're saying I followed you?" Xia Ning's eyes widened innocently as she looked at He Xing: "Brother He Xing, I really didn't follow you. A friend of mine happened to see you at the hospital, and I was also concerned about Sister Fu Han, so I came. As for the paparazzi… they really weren't called by me."
