"Sister-in-law, how is Sun Qing doing?"
Zhan Se pursed his lips toward the still-lit Emergency Room. Seeing his anxious expression, he couldn't help but 'kindly' remind him, "Wu Qing, why aren't you worried about your fiancée who had sulfuric acid splashed on her? She's hurt much worse than Sun Qing, probably disfigured for life."
"She got what was coming for her—serves her right!"
Shaking his head, Wu Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead and plopped down next to her. His face, usually teasing and suave, was now gloomy and dark as ink.
"If anything happens to Sun Qing, I'll flay her skin!"
Seeing his face filled with irritation and genuine concern for Sun Qing, Zhan Se chose not to say anything more.
Before long, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed again along the corridor.
