At some point, Wu Sheng had woken up. He lay in his hospital bed, his gaze heavy as he watched the clamoring Guan Dekuan.
When Su Li turned around, she stared blankly at Wu Sheng, frozen in place.
Guan Dekuan, who had been shouting, turned around in disbelief. She was startled when she met Wu Sheng's eyes.
"You... you..."
"You're the one who should get out." After days in a coma, Wu Sheng's voice was hoarse and dangerously low.
Wu Sheng was truly angry.
How could he not be? He'd been woken up by an incessant squawking, and that squawking was telling Su Li to get out.
He had opened his eyes to see a stranger haughtily ordering Su Li to leave, with Bai Xinyue standing right beside her.
There was no way he wouldn't be furious.
Wu Sheng rarely got angry, but when he did, the terror he unleashed was no joke.
His eyes were dark and grim, and the air grew silent and oppressive under the weight of his voice and gaze.
