Her gaze only had time to glance at his sensuous thin lips before everything blacked out and she completely lost consciousness.
Shaofan Gong retracted his arm, took out a black handkerchief to wipe his hand, and turned to walk into the ward.
As soon as she walked in, she saw Yuanya on the hospital bed, wrapped in a white quilt, her eyes not even blinking, staring blankly at the ceiling.
His normally cold heart surprisingly turned warm, feeling unmistakable pangs of distress.
The anger he felt for Lan Xiu burned brighter in that moment.
He had dared to hurt her so ruthily!
Was this crazy man treating his own woman like this?
Noticing someone else's presence yet hearing no sound, Yuanya turned her tired gaze in his direction.
"Why are you here?"
Gong Shaofan only signaled with a quiet 'shush', "Speak less and come with me first. They should return soon."
He had been waiting outside all the while to whisk her away when the opportunity arose.
