His hand froze in mid-air, fingertips trembling slightly.
As expected, she hated him now.
Gu Qingxin completely ignored him, climbed off the bed from the foot of it, and the first thing she did was find her phone to call the hospital and ask about Tang Rongling's condition.
After confirming that Tang Rongling was in good condition with no adverse reactions, Gu Qingxin felt relieved, hung up the phone, and went to the closet to change into some loungewear.
Beiming Han stood by the bed, continuously watching her, seeing her make the call, enter the closet, then the bathroom, and then come out, finally leaving the bedroom.
Closing the bedroom door, Gu Qingxin glanced back, biting her lower lip in frustration before turning towards the elevator without looking back again.
Aunt Zhou saw her come down and immediately went to prepare dinner.
