Zixuan turned back to see who had barged in, but his hard glare softened the moment he saw Li Hao run in, panic written all over his face.
"Yuhan," Li Hao whispered, voice trembling as he rushed to the bedside. He held Yuhan's hand, brushing hair from his forehead without sparing Zixuan even a glance.
Zixuan froze. He had been ready—almost bracing—for the usual shouting, the insults, the accusations and for the first time he felt like he deserved it.
"I'm… sorry," he forced out.
Wang Lai, standing from the sofa, blinked hard and glanced at his friend to confirm if he truly heard Zixuan apologize.
"You shouldn't be telling me that," Li Hao said, still focused on Yuhan. "Tell it to him when he wakes up."
Zixuan swallowed. He knew he'd gone too far—not just because Yuhan was his assistant, but because he was Yuhan.
"I'll go settle the bill," Zixuan murmured, stepping out to give them space.
"But you don't nee—" Wang Lai began, only for Zixuan to pinch him sharply.
