In the hospital room, there was about half a minute of deathly silence. No one spoke for a while, and everyone's eyes conveyed a single message: 'disbelief.'
Especially in Zuo Yuqing's eyes, there was a complete look of astonishment, and she was the first to speak, "Are you saying that Song Qiao is leaving An City today? Is she going abroad or what..."
The man sitting on the hospital bed maintained his usual gloomy expression, but at this moment, it seemed as if his face was trying hard to suppress something, making his expression look extremely unsightly, like the calm before a storm.
Unknowingly, his long and well-defined fingers started to grip the edge of the quilt more tightly, and faintly, some veins stood out on the back of his hand.
