"I'm taking her to the hospital, and someone will come to pack up her things later. Thank you."
After Gao Han lifted his little wife, he turned his head to look at the woman named Deng Ziyu. There was a pharmacy bag on the little wife's bedside, filled with fever-reducing medicine. Given his wife's current condition, it was absolutely impossible for her to buy the medicine herself. The only possibility was her roommate and coworker, Deng Ziyu.
Deng Ziyu didn't expect the man to suddenly thank her and, caught off guard, managed to squeeze out a smile: "It's nothing."
Once Gao Han had left with Ning Ruixi like a gust of wind, Deng Ziyu sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the now empty room.
Now, she finally understood why Ning Ruixi had been completely indifferent to Han Wu's advances. She believed Ning Ruixi's claim that she had no interest in Han Wu at all.