The nurse quickly reinserted the needle and set up Lin Zhiyi's IV drip again.
Once that was dealt with, Gong Chen glanced at Li Huan.
"You go out first."
Li Huan was holding his stomach and rubbing the arm that Gong Chen had pulled earlier, "Consider this a work injury, huh!"
The door to the ward slowly closed, leaving only Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen in the room.
Lin Zhiyi snapped back to reality and tried to break free from the man's embrace.
But he imprisoned her tightly from behind, his warm chest carrying a hint of hardness, and his strong and domineering aura enveloped her.
His voice was low and ice-cold, "Did you know she would come looking for you?"
"I didn't know. Didn't Third Young Master say I'm not smart enough? How could I possibly guess someone else's thoughts?" Lin Zhiyi murmured.
"Still speaking so stubbornly?"
The man was sitting behind Lin Zhiyi, he couldn't see her face nor could he detect her emotions.