Half an hour later.
Liang Yu was taken to the hospital.
Out of courtesy, Wen Mian and Kai Ruoqi did not leave.
A large group of journalists was even waiting at the door.
They thought capturing explosive photos of Liang Yu and Pei Zhiyao was already good enough.
But now, they had also caught Liang Yu's accident, an unexpected boon.
Wen Mian pulled her cap lower, too lazy to question these people, and could only try to avoid the cameras and gazes.
"Why don't you leave first?"
At her side, Kai Ruoqi patted Wen Mian's hand.
He moved closer to Wen Mian, concerned about her emotions.
"I'm here; that's enough. She's not even a friend, so there's no need for you to wait here."
She didn't know why, but she just wanted to stay.
Even sitting by the door would be fine.
The woman shook her head, "I'll wait with you. We've already been here half an hour. Liang Yu should be out soon, we can't just leave halfway, right?"
