Mu Zhenzhen somewhat fled in a panic.
Huo Jiaqi kept watching her walk into the hospital, watching her disappear into the night.
Under the desolate moonlight, his elegantly thin face showed a hint of complexity.
Back in the VIP ward, the man on the bed was seriously handling documents on a makeshift table.
Since his body started to recover a bit, he's been like this.
Mu Zhenzhen did not stop him.
After all, given his status, he naturally doesn't have many idle days.
"Where did you go?"
Mu Zhenzhen's movements were very light as she entered the room, but who knew the man's voice would suddenly sound just as she closed the door.
Turning her head, the man on the bed had already tossed aside his documents, fixedly watching her.
On his cold and arrogant face, his expression was icy and displeased.
"Went to have a meal."
Mu Zhenzhen glanced at the man, then walked indifferently towards the sofa.
"Who did you eat with?"
The man immediately followed up with a question.
