The car arrived at Hai City Hospital.
In the middle of the way, Old Chen even got off to buy a large bouquet of chrysanthemums.
Qiao Xi was utterly confused, not knowing why Huo Xingzhou brought her to the hospital to vent his anger.
Could it be?
Her mind flashed, and she suddenly thought of a possibility.
Her clear gaze landed on the man in a suit, who was holding her hand on one side, and holding the bouquet on the other as they walked forward.
The two walked through the corridor and entered the inpatient department, taking the elevator directly to the executive ward on the 22nd floor.
"Mr. Huo, are you taking me to…"
"To get treatment."
His eyes shimmered with a subtle gleam, concealing a coldness.
"Qiao Xi, don't be afraid. I really brought you here to get treatment, and I will bear any consequences."
Qiao Xi nodded emphatically.
They stood outside the door of the hospital room. The door was ajar, and they could still hear someone inside making phone calls.
