At 7:30 PM, South Sea Royal Private Hospital.
Shang Yu was silent throughout the journey, and despite Li Qiao's coquettish protests, he still forcibly brought her to the hospital.
In the parking lot, Li Qiao's gaze turned slightly cold, and she looked at Shang Yu with a complex expression. She bit her lip and then looked away.
For the first time, she felt that her emotional control over Shang Yu was not as perfect as she had thought.
At least tonight, he had not compromised at all.
Li Qiao curled her fingers, her expression blank as she stared at the hospital building, unable to fathom Shang Yu's intentions.
In the front row, Luoyu opened the automatic door without a word, turned halfway back, and hesitated as if wanting to say something.
The cold wind blew into the car, and Li Qiao remained motionless.
