Although saying that still hurts quite a bit.
But it's the truth.
Yan Ao confidently said, "I won't give up. Besides, after today, things might not be the same."
"What do you mean?" Yan's mother was puzzled.
Then she thought of his hand, and suddenly came to a realization, "Oh my goodness, your hand, it wasn't injured by her, was it? My dear son, why are you so foolish!"
Yan Ao, helpless, spoke up to interrupt, "Mom, it wasn't her."
"Not her? Then tell me, who did it!"
"It was me."
A magnetic male voice came from the direction of the ward door.
At the sound, Yan Ao and his mother both turned their heads to look.
They saw a man with a tall, straight figure appearing at the doorway, followed by Yan's father, who was bowing and scraping.
"Gu, President Gu?" Yan Ao asked in surprise, "What brings you here?"
