"Alright!" Zhang Yanjun didn't know what else to say, "I called to tell you that the entire compound already knows about this. By tomorrow morning, it'll probably blow up. You should consider what to do."
"Hmm, got it. It's late already, you should rest."
After hanging up the call, Su Chaoyang rested both elbows on his knees, leaning forward on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixated on the girl's sleeping face without blinking.
Occasionally, she would stir, and his eyebrows would crease in response. If she tried to lift the quilt, he would reach out to stop her, then smoothly tuck the edge of the blanket tightly around her.
When she complained about being thirsty, he would get up to pour water and then feed it to her, mouthful by mouthful.
After a long while, she finally began to quiet down - it seemed like the medicine had mostly taken effect.
