She stared blankly at the piece of paper outside the window for a long time before sorting it all out.
Rong Qingze must have already assigned people to guard around her hospital room, but what he never expected was that Huo Yanshu would actually use a remote-controlled plane.
Even if Rong Qingze had his people stationed in the area, there was no way to control a helicopter flying high in the sky.
After all, the floor where Rong Yanqiao was staying was very high; no one would think of such an ingenious place outside the window.
Seeing a light flash in Rong Yanqiao's eyes, the helicopter descended once again.
"Qiaoqiao, I'll take you away tonight."
This time, as Rong Yanqiao looked at the writing on the paper, she gently shook her head.
For the time being, she had no plans to leave.
Seeing Rong Yanqiao shake her head, the helicopter seemed to panic.
It descended faster.
This time, the handwriting on the paper was no longer neat, looking quite scribbled.
