Song Yunchi, who was sitting beside the bed, stood up with an expressionless face and looked at her. "You're here."
Qiao An stepped into the ward, where the vast room was occupied only by Song Yunchi.
Mu Jingxi lay on the hospital bed, his eyes tightly closed, one leg in a plaster cast, still receiving an IV.
Approaching the bedside, Qiao An could hardly believe it. Her gaze withdrew from Mu Jingxi's pale face, and she asked Song Yunchi, "What happened to him?"
He had been perfectly fine, so how had he gotten injured?
Song Yunchi explained indifferently, "To suppress the public opinion arising from those videos for you, he found out who was the hidden hand behind the affair. On the scene where he went to arrest the person, he was hit by that guy's car. Fortunately, it was only his leg that was hurt, and there's no danger to his life."
Qiao An fell silent for a few seconds. "Why did he have to go capture the person himself?"
