For the first time, Michelle felt that Tong Ruoxin's reluctance to reveal Yiyi's lineage was the best protection for her.
"Alright, take care then." Xia Weiyi didn't insist any further, just offered a reminder before entering the elevator with Qu Qingwei.
It wasn't until the elevator stopped on the first floor that Michelle let the nurse leave, and he carried the medicine, heading towards Huoda's ward.
Ye Che was smoking by the window, his tall figure leaning against the wall. Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze was deep and focused, staring in a certain direction as if lost in thought.
Undeniably, even with the injuries on his face, this man still exuded an innate elegance and charm; he was a man with unique charisma.
Especially in the conference room, his final words to Huoda, 'I don't not hate Michelle, but compared to the hatred towards him, I love Xia Weiyi more,' constantly left Michelle in awe.
