Everyone gradually left, and the ward finally became completely quiet, such that the conversation of the two people in the corridor was faintly audible.
Mu Xiangwan saw that the drama had finally ended and turned to look at the man on the bed.
Su Chaoyang was sitting on the head of the bed, his face gloomy and his gaze unfocused, as if mourning for someone.
Mu Xiangwan initially felt somewhat pleasurable and excited, but her face immediately fell flat upon seeing his expression, becoming uncharacteristically solemn.
Unceremoniously throwing the phone onto him, she lashed out resentfully, "Su Chaoyang, you're not feeling sorry for Du Mengxin, are you? Should I help you out of bed to go and comfort her?"
Su Chaoyang only saw an object flying towards him and instinctively caught the phone with a 'pia' sound. Noticing her disgruntlement, he quickly softened his facial expression and managed a smile, "Where in the world did you get that idea? That's impossible."
