Ye Yan didn't even dare to think about it anymore.
Whenever she thought she had the right answer, she would start trembling uncontrollably.
A chill surged up, reaching every limb.
For so long, the person lying beside her, the one who offered her warmth and concern, was he a man or a beast?
Hong Kong, she really didn't want to stay a moment longer.
As soon as Ye Yan left the stairwell, a person who had been standing on the upper floor came out of the shadows.
"Sir," the bodyguard thought Fu Xingzhou would impulsively go down, but he restrained himself, "You should go back to your room for your IV."
His wound had torn open several times, and even the doctor was helpless.
If he continued to neglect it, it could lead to other complications.
The bodyguard didn't dare to take it lightly and could only repeatedly urge him to return to the hospital room.
Fu Xingzhou, as if he hadn't heard, leaned on the stair's railing, and slowly made his way to where she had just been standing.
