Gong Beiyao's fingers pressed firmly against his stomach. However, the pain continued to climb wildly.
The unbearable pain made his gaze empty and distant.
The whole world seemed to plunge into a strange darkness.
In his daze, he thought he heard someone shouting in his ear repeatedly, "Gong Shao, Gong Shao, how are you? Gong Shao!"
Gong Beiyao didn't answer, already enveloped by the darkness before them.
Assistant Han pushed open the private room door and rushed in, supporting Gong Beiyao, he saw blood spattered on the shards of glass, mingling with the wine.
It was clearly vomited from Gong Beiyao's mouth.
"Gong Shao—!"
At that moment, Gong Beiyao seemed to have lost consciousness.
Assistant Han sped to the hospital like lightning.
What on earth happened to make Gong Shao so furious!
He thought the Young Madam would find a way to make him have lunch on time.
Unexpectedly, not only did he not eat a bite, but he also got this angry.
