Listening to the sound of the door closing, a tear quickly slid from the corner of her eye and was quickly absorbed by the pillow. Her delicate hand gently wiped away the dampness at the corner of her eye. She slowly propped herself up in bed, and on the bedside table lay her bag. She took out her computer from it, and Zhang Yuan quickly began to search for information about the car accident that happened this morning.
Before long, Luoz came in. Seeing the person on the hospital bed with a computer in her arms, a strange anger inexplicably rose from his core. Without a word, he snatched it from her hand, "You're pregnant now; it's not suitable for you to use such things."
