He muttered to himself, then stared intently at Jiang Meilin's oxygen-masked face, pale and bloodless, uglier than anyone could imagine.
He was even more disgusted with this woman.
But in order to get everything he wanted, he had to marry this woman.
As night deepened, there was hardly anyone in the hospital except for the nurses on duty, and the patients seemed all to have rested.
Shen Mingfeng stood by the ward window looking out, the mottled shadows of the trees cast by the dim streetlights looked flickering.
He took out his phone and dialed Ning Yang's number.
"Eleven o'clock, meet at Left Bank," he said abruptly, then hung up the phone.
At this time, Ning Yang was still in Jian Yanyan's ward, Su Junhao was also there, neither of them had left, and surprisingly, they had coexisted peacefully for an afternoon, neither speaking nor eating.
After answering the call, he spoke to Su Junhao, "You stay here, I'll leave first."
