Gu Qingqian turned his head indifferently, "What does it matter to you?"
Gu Benhong’s eyes were red, and his voice choked, "Ah Qian, I know you’re still blaming , but I’m still your dad, how can I not care about you! I’ve been going crazy trying to find you these days!"
"I don’t have a father like you." Gu Qingqian’s tone was cold, "You leave, and don’t co looking for again."
"Ah Qian..." Gu Benhong choked, unable to speak.
Gu Qingqian kept biting into his apple, seemingly unmoved by Gu Benhong’s pain.
Mu Yiliang sighed, took a step forward and said, "Mr. Gu, please talk to him after he is discharged. He’s still in recovery and can’t be stimulated..."
If things got out of hand, who knows what Gu Qingqian might do.
Gu Benhong glanced at her, as if he recognized her.
He sniffed, forcing a smile, "It’s Lady Mu... Thank you for taking care of Ah Qian during this ti."
"It’s nothing." Mu Yiliang smiled.
Gu Benhong looked at Gu Qingqian once more, seeing him still gazing at the ceiling with an indifferent expression, feeling a bout of regret and pain.
"When will Ah Qian be discharged?"
"Tomorrow."
"Okay, I’ll co back tomorrow." As Gu Benhong spoke, he stood up and kept looking back at Gu Qingqian as he walked away, but Gu Qingqian never gave him a glance.
Sure enough, Gu Benhong ca again the next day.
Gu Qingqian treated him like air.
"Lady Mu, could we have a private chat?" Gu Benhong looked at Mu Yiliang and said.
"Of course." She smiled and left the ward, even closing the door for them.
The hallway was very quiet, and Mu Yiliang sat on the bench outside, suddenly catching a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.
She instinctively walked over in that direction.
"...Assistant Yang?" she probed.
Yang Ru had just walked out of the doctor’s office, and upon seeing Mu Yiliang, he smiled busily, "Lady Mu."
"Why are you here?" she said, noticing Yang Ru’s hands, which seed to be holding so gauze and dicine for treating wounds, and she was puzzled, "Are you injured?"
"Ah?" Yang Ru was startled, his gaze falling on the items in his hands, then he covered it up with a smile, "Yes, just a little injury, ca to get so dicine."
But in that mont, Mu Yiliang saw the confusion in his eyes.
Her expression suddenly changed, "Is it really you who’s injured?"
"Uh... yes." Yang Ru appeared a bit nervous.
"Then where’s your wound? Let help you with the dicine, okay?" Mu Yiliang pressed on.
Yang Ru looked troubled.
Mu Yiliang felt her heart slowly sinking, "The one who’s injured is Yan Sijue, isn’t it? Where is he?"
"Lady Mu, please don’t ask..." Yang Ru looked very troubled.
Mu Yiliang bit her lip tightly.
She had had suspicions that day; she was just afraid of wavering, so she didn’t dare to ask. It turns out he was really injured...
In these three days, she hadn’t seen Yan Sijue, and she forced herself not to think of him, but she didn’t expect him to be injured... while she was taking care of another man.
"Take to see him." Mu Yiliang’s voice was hoarse.
Yang Ru sighed.
"Actually... the CEO’s ward is also on this floor." He said softly, "Every day when you pass through the hallway, the CEO can see you..."
And he always looks on for a long ti.
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