Huangfu Zheng did not stay for long. At around four in the morning, he got up and left.
Looking at the still sleeping figure, with cheeks like peach blossoms, it was hard for him to take his eyes off her.
He paused in dressing, then leaned over and gently kissed those lips—a kiss without desire, filled with tenderness. Without lingering, he turned and finished putting on his clothes.
When he left, he made sure his movements were light enough not to disturb the door...
When Tang Anzhi woke up, it was a little after six. She knew Huangfu Zheng had already left because he had mentioned it the night before.
After washing up, she, together with her assistant and bodyguards, headed to the hospital.
When she entered the hospital room, she saw a room full of people.
They all came over to greet her as soon as they saw Tang Anzhi walking in.
