Su Jingyu returned to the ward, and Zhuo Junyue, who was already awake, was talking to Zhuo Zhengxiu.
After Zhuo Junyue rested, the pain in his head had reduced a lot.
As soon as he saw Su Jingyu, his originally cold face became even colder.
When Su Jingyu entered, she noticed the man in the hospital bed. After seeing Zhuo Junyue's contemptuous gaze, she became even more nervous.
She braced herself to walked over, "Junyue, are you feeling better?"
Zhuo Junyue didn't want to waste a word on her.
Although he still wasn't sure what had happened to the little one. Did she run away on purpose, or someone played a trick?
However, he could tolerate the little one's disobedience, but he definitely could not tolerate others playing tricks under his watch.
Based on his understanding of the little one, the latter was more likely.
At this moment, Feng Youjia, a tall and somewhat dark-skinned man, entered the ward.
