Yan Ting looked at the tears swirling in her eyes and knew just how aggrieved she felt at this moment.
He gently rubbed her shoulder a few times. "I'll have Qi Han take you home. Leave this to me!"
"Alright!" Lin Banxia didn't want to wait for Huo Qinglin to wake up anyway. Truthfully, she had nothing to say to him.
Although he had saved her life, she considered this a debt he owed her. Now that she had brought him to the hospital and the doctors had confirmed his injuries weren't life-threatening, she could finally breathe a little easier.
Shortly after Lin Banxia left, Huo Qinglin, who had just regained consciousness from the anesthesia, opened his eyes.
But the first thing he saw wasn't Lin Banxia's concerned expression—it was a face cold and grim.
"Big brother…?" Huo Qinglin's disappointment was written all over his face.
"How are you? Do you need me to call the doctor to check on you again?" Yan Ting's tone was equally indifferent.
