"But your injury?"
"It doesn't matter, go ahead."
Chui Rong wanted to say something else, but seeing the look on Gu Mingyu's face, he didn't say anything and turned and left the ward.
In the suburbs.
An Xiangrong drove alone straight to the North City. Arriving at the front door of the Zhongshan Association, some people immediately surrounded her. "I want to see Murong Cheng."
An Xiangrong said lightly, looking at the people in front of her.
The group were about to respond when a bald man stepped forward. Seeing An Xiangrong, surprise flashed in his eyes, "Miss Xiangrong?"
Surprised showed in her eyes too at seeing him, but it quickly faded. She looked at the bald man and spoke softly. "I want to see Murong Cheng."
"Miss Xiangrong, do you need to speak with our master about something?"
"Yes, a matter of great importance. You can tell him I'm waiting for him here."
