Yu Yanshen was in a car accident, and now he's lying on the hospital bed, possibly still enduring blunt pain and mental torment. Mentioning this now seems a bit untimely.
Yao Qing lifted her dark eyes to gaze directly at the man lying on the hospital bed. His complexion was abnormally pale compared to usual, and thick bandages wrapped around various parts of his body concealed mottled wounds.
It's impossible for her not to feel anything.
But Yao Qing, she just felt a bit tired.
She no longer wanted to beat around the bush when expressing her displeasure, and she also found visiting her man who had been in an accident with another woman somewhat tedious.
Yu Yanshen was silenced by her words for a good while.
After a while, he spoke up in a low voice.
"I called you, you didn't come, why?"
"The call didn't go through, and I didn't hear what you said. It was only after Su Jue called me that I came."
Yao Qing calmly raised her hand and toyed with her hair a bit.
