Zheng Heng felt a dull ache in his heart. He dared not meet Song Zhaozhao's eyes and turned his head aside, saying, "You've just woken up, it's best to have a check-up first."
Song Zhaozhao nodded, seemingly accepting Zheng Heng's arrangement without objection.
Zheng Heng lowered his head even more, almost running out of the room in panic.
He had thought he was prepared for Song Zhaozhao's voice damage to be even worse than he imagined. He had anticipated it all.
But he had overestimated his composure. Seeing Song Zhaozhao lying there weakly in front of him, speaking to him in a hoarse voice, he could not pretend to be calm.
As Zheng Heng walked down the hospital corridor, he felt as if he had lost his soul.
He had barely taken a step when Jiang Tan rushed over and grabbed his arm.
At that moment, Zheng Heng finally seemed to come back to his senses.
He looked blankly at Jiang Tan, "You're here, to pay the bill?"
