Song Yi had been by Gu Mingyu's side for many years, An Ling didn't believe that he wouldn't know anything. Seeing his indifference, fury ignited in her eyes, but she couldn't say anything. She could only leave the hospital, her eyes filled with cool resentment.
Watching An Ling's figure disappear into the elevator, Song Yi picked up his phone and dialed a number.
Soon afterward, the apartment landline rang.
"Young Master Gu?"
The moment the call connected, Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Upon hearing his voice, Gu Mingyu spoke in a faint tone, "What is it?"
"Miss An is looking for you everywhere."
"I know."
With that, Gu Mingyu hung up the phone. Returning to the room and looking at An Xiangrong lying on the bed, his eyes filled with complexity.
The screen of his mobile phone at his side kept flashing, but he wasn't willing to pick it up.
He didn't know when it started, but his gaze was unconsciously drawn to An Xiangrong.
