In the hospital room, Xia Yanxin's consciousness was slowly clearing.
Even with her eyes closed, she could still sense Long Yutian's presence... like a frail rabbit, she could smell the scent of a falcon in the air, for it was the natural enemy.
Memories slowly rewound, she seemed to have been shot, and now the press conference must be over, right? She seemed to have not completed her task—how could she explain this to Yu Qing?
Right, why would someone shoot at her?
It seemed like Long Yutian had saved her, her head ached a bit, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Sure enough, he was standing right next to the hospital bed, looking down at her from above.
His handsome and stunning face was covered with gloom, and the depths of his dark pupils were bottomless, she could not read his emotions…
Before she could speak, a spate of footsteps approached from outside.
"Young Master Wei! You cannot go in!" Monica's voice came through.
