The moment the hospital room door was opened, Meng Siyu knew, but he didn't open his eyes. A sense of guard rose in his heart, and at the same time, he wondered, who could it be?
The person entered the room without making any moves.
Their steps were light, their breathing a bit hurried, and as they approached, a familiar scent wafted over.
Meng Siyu's heart unavoidably skipped a beat.
Wife.
Impossible, even if An Chong received the news, he couldn't have made it back by now.
Could it be that my wife just happened to return to the country?
The joy in Meng Siyu's heart was gradually replaced by anxiety.
If others knew Meng Siyu's current feelings, they would definitely look as though they'd seen a ghost.
The fearless Meng Siyu, who remained composed in even the most dangerous situations, was now anxious in anticipation of his wife's blame for his injuries?
"Husband~"
