Su Junhao tightly grasped her hand, as if he knew what she wanted to say, smiling at her and said, "Everyone has their own destiny, this is hers, it has nothing to do with you."
Jian Yanyan suddenly burst into tears, crying while saying, "How can it have nothing to do with me? She ran away because of the things I said, because I slapped her, she must have hated me at that moment."
"Alright, don't be upset. If you feel bad, you should go to the hospital and see her." Su Junhao wasn't used to comforting people. Typically, he was self-centered, and most women revolved around him, catering to his every whim. He had never tried to pacify someone like this before, and at this moment, he didn't know what to say.
"Yeah, I, I need to go see her." Jian Yanyan stopped eating, got up, and rushed outside.
Su Junhao was worried about her, so he said, "Wait for me."
He went to the bedroom to put on a coat, grabbed the car keys, and followed her out.
