Silver Needle didn't know how long Zhao Xinyao had been lying in the bed before she slowly woke up.
"Where am I?" Zhao Xinyao opened her eyes, looked around at the unfamiliar environment, and said somewhat bewildered.
"Now that you're awake, get up and take your medicine," Yin Xiaofan, seated in the chair beside her, was fiddling with his phone and spoke gently.
"It's you." Hearing this familiar voice, Zhao Xinyao was initially stunned and then sat up to see Yin Xiaofan not far away, saying in surprise.
"Do I seem that surprising to you?" Yin Xiaofan put down the phone and walked over. "How did you get your body in such bad shape? What did Liu Gang do to you?"
Kind-hearted people bear such great mental injury and pressure; it is difficult for others to appreciate it. But Yin Xiaofan knew Zhao Xinyao must have suffered a lot.
"It's okay, just a bit of work pressure lately," said Zhao Xinyao, a complex look in his eyes.
