"Could you please go downstairs and buy me a razor?"
Qiao Wennuan was staring at Jing Haohao holding Shen Liangnian's hand, finding it irritating. Upon hearing Jing Haohao's words, she pursed her lips and turned to leave after a moment.
...
This was the second time Liang Chen had experienced the nerve-wracking, unbearable feeling of time dragging on.
The first time was when he was waiting for Jing Haohao to visit him at his villa.
The second time was now.
Although it was only an hour, he felt a deep unease in his heart, like countless ants crawling around inside of him.
Just as Liang Chen angrily kicked his chair away, his assistant finally called.
"Mr. Liang, Qiao Wennuan's car is now parked at the People's Hospital."
"People's Hospital?" Liang Chen was more confused now: "What is she doing at the hospital? Is Jing Haohao sick?"
No, if Jing Haohao were sick, the people in the villa would have discovered it first.
