Wen Tang leaned on the railing, gazing at the distant skyscrapers, her heart filled with mixed emotions. "But I can't leave just yet."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before Pei Jiadong's voice conveyed his displeasure, "Wen Tang, don't confuse priorities. What does it matter to us whether she's dead or alive? You should be clear on what's urgent and important."
Wen Tang bit her lip, her voice resolute, "Once her condition stabilizes, I'll return to the country immediately. That's settled."
After ending the call, Wen Tang put away her phone, and her gaze became heavier.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in her heart, not realizing that her goodwill had already quietly brought danger to Chen Yunxi.
As night deepened, the hospital's corridors were bathed in a gentle light, casting a cozy hue, but beneath this calm, an undercurrent was stealthily rising.
