Wang Mei tenderly adjusted the blanket for Cheng Zhiwei and whispered, "Young Master, do we need to notify Young Madam's family?"
"No need," Zhou Lin said indifferently.
Guo Cuihua had flown to An City early in the morning to look for Cheng Shang, and Cheng Zhiyin was still in the hospital preserving her pregnancy. Her coming wouldn't have been of much use anyway.
"Young Madam has really suffered this time," Wang Mei thought of the injuries covering Cheng Zhiwei's body and felt a chill down her spine.
Zhou Lin cast his eyes downward without a word and left.
He asked Secretary Zhang to contact Xu Tian, having her come to the hospital to accompany Cheng Zhiwei for a few days. With Xu Tian's company, Cheng Zhiwei's mood might improve.
Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Lin Yu's voice was exceptionally loud, "Ah Lin, how is Zhiwei?"
"She's asleep. Be gentle when you go in to see her," Zhou Lin reminded her.
