Qiao Xiaon'an took in all of Chu Nantian's emotional upheaval.
After all, they had once been lovers, and Chu Nantian was a person who knew when to stop going too far.
Qiao Xiaon'an was moved, he was in such a state yet didn't worry about her situation. She sat by his bed, extending her right hand to hold his.
"Nantian, don't worry about me." She gave him a sweet smile, "I'm fine. You have to be strong, recover, and I'll get you the best doctor."
Chu Nantian's eyes widened, his complex gaze seemed to say a thousand words, but Qiao Xiaon'an couldn't understand.
What he wanted to say was that there was another surveillance in his study that Yuan Yifan didn't know about, he had all the evidence of Yuan Yifan's murder.
But he had no way of expressing this.
The more urgent he felt, the more agitated his gaze became.
"Nantian, don't rush. Whatever you want to say, wait until you get better."
"..." He was so anxious that he started to cry.
