Zhan Xiaohan's thin lips were pursed, and the 1.9-meter tall man looked somewhat...wronged.
He changed his clothes and shuffled out of the ward, taking a deliberate look back as he closed the door.
She didn't seem to be holding him back, lying quietly on the bed like a sleeping angel.
Zhan Xiaohan took a deep breath and tensed up as he walked out of the ward.
He felt a sense of defeat as if he had been dumped.
Meng Yue, as the personal assistant, approached promptly, his mind set on getting the boss to focus on business.
"Mr. Zhan, the car for the company is ready."
Zhan Xiaohan shook his head, his narrow and clear eyes resolute, "No, I don't feel at ease leaving her."
Every time he left her, she would be targeted by bad people and encounter various accidents.
"Then...how about we make use of the dean's office? You can be promptly informed of any situation with the young madam."