"Shall you move aside yourself, or shall I call someone to help you?"
Yu Lingqian looked at Ye Tongtong indifferently, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Ye Tongtong trembled all over out of fear.
She looked up at Yu Lingqian:
His hair was somewhat disheveled, yet it bore a cruel beauty.
Dark circles were prominent under his eyes, which were suffused with bloodshot redness.
His face was cold and handsome, yet fatigue was unmistakably etched between his brows.
He, too, must have been without rest for two days and nights, mustn't he?
Ye Tongtong took a deep breath, her lips quivering as she spoke timidly, "Young Master Yu, you... please take her to the hospital."
Yu Lingqian's eyes suddenly turned icy, and he violently pushed Ye Tongtong away before barging into the bedroom.
On that pink bed, Mu Anran was curled up uneasily.
