She turned around, her back facing him.
Song Xuyao angrily waved his hand in the air and then said nothing; he strode out of the hospital.
On the way back, he drove with one hand and held a cigarette with the other, the hand holding the cigarette stretched out the window, the flickering of the cigarette at his fingertips mirroring the twinkling stars in the sky.
The summer wind was also scorching, making him feel restless and uneasy!
He slammed one hand on the steering wheel, hitting the horn, and on the silent road, the honking was particularly jarring.
As a result, people from other cars stretched their necks to look at him.
Someone from one of the cars threw a disdainful look and said, "Who's this lunatic honking in the middle of the night?"
Song Xuyao indeed looked like a madman!
However, being a madman was nothing new for him!
Many, many years ago, he'd already gone mad!
That time, it was for Song Chenxi.
This time, it was because of Qiao Xiaoyan...
