Su Ningyan felt petrified on the ground, watching him gently stroke his lips with his fingertips and smile with such ambiguity.
What...what did his words mean? Did they mean that he was going to torture her again today?
Su Ningyan frowned deeply, she would rather die than endure the endless pain.
She absolutely wouldn't; she had already made up her mind.
"You should go for your check-up now."
Su Ningyan got up from him, after all, falling asleep on top of him and even drooling was too embarrassing.
After about ten minutes, Zhuo Junyue went to the examination room, mainly to check the blood clot in his brain.
About two hours later, the result came out. The blood clot in Zhuo Junyue's brain had shrunk by about 10mm.
This result was extremely good news compared to before.
No doctor in the country dared to perform this high-risk operation on the heir to the multi-billion dollar Zhuo family fortune.
