Linda just entered the ward when Lu Feng's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and immediately rubbed his forehead; how could he have forgotten about this lady?
He scanned the ward and saw Linda sitting by the bedside, gazing tenderly at Leng Youchen, fussing over him with concern. He quickly picked up his phone and walked out, "Miss Anning... Oh, you've arrived at the hospital so quickly! Wait a moment, I'll come down to meet you."
Inside the ward, Leng Youchen leaned against the headboard, while Linda, tearful, looked at him, "Chen, you scared me to death. Who is trying to kill you?"
The man's expression was cold, "I'm fine, don't cry."
"You're so badly injured, and you say you're fine? Do you want to worry me to death?" Linda said emotionally, "No, we must return to Marseille immediately and never come to the United Kingdom again."
Leng Youchen frowned, "Linda, I've told you I'm fine, stop crying, it's giving me a headache; I want to rest for a while, you should go back."
