The man's voice was slightly low, with a commanding tone yet laced with a hint of indulgence, as if cajoling her. Yan Luoxi suddenly acted haughtily, "Who's jealous?"
Li Yeqi dumped the flowers and fruit baskets to Zhou Bei, who was watching the excitement, and with an arm around her waist, he carried her toward the hospital ward.
Yan Luoxi was reluctantly brought into the ward, and what met her eyes were flowers and gifts filling the room, likely all from fans.
La Zhuangzhuang lay on the hospital bed, and upon hearing the door open, she lifted her head to look. The instant she saw Li Yeqi, her eyes shimmered with an eager, brilliant light.
However, when she saw the woman he was holding in his arms, the eagerness in her eyes faced a Siberian cold front, turning into an endless, bone-chilling cold.
