Han Tian shouted her last sentence out loud, and Leng Tong's expression had already turned icy cold.
She stared at Han Tian and, after a long pause, finally spoke: "Where is he?"
"Hospital."
Leng Tong said nothing, turned around, and walked straight out.
Ning Xie hurriedly followed behind her. The two got into the car without saying a word.
In such a situation, there was truly nothing left to say.
Soon, the car arrived at the hospital.
After inquiring at the front desk about Han Youli's room, Leng Tong headed directly to the door of his hospital room.
She stood outside the room, staring at Han Youli inside.
He likely hadn't slept well last night. His face was slightly pale. At this moment, his eyes were closed; he lay on the bed with one hand resting on his abdomen. The pain must have flared up again, leaving his brows furrowed even as he slept.
As she looked at this version of Han Youli, Leng Tong's eyes gradually filled with tears.
