Tong Xiaohua had difficulty recovering from the emotional rollercoaster of relief and sorrow, only to remember how she woke up in this unfamiliar place.
"Is this the hospital?"
Even though it was a private room, from the equipment, it was undoubtedly a hospital.
"Yes, Uncle Du said you had a high fever for two days and were very weak, so he brought you here to recover from the illness," Yan Bo explained.
Tong Xiaohua didn't concern herself with her own body, and promptly questioned Yan Bo, urging him to report his movements over the past eight days.
"Xiao Hua, I'm sorry. It was my dad's work-related matter; it's highly confidential, and I can't disclose any details. I apologize for worrying you for so long," Yan Bo apologized, bowing his head and kissing her lips, his eyes filled with regret.
Tong Xiaohua stared at him, "Then why didn't you tell me before you left?"
As long as he had said he was busy, even if he had to be incommunicado for ten days, she would have understood.