"In the past few days, he has been nothing but a corpse in the ICU!"
On the surface, Zhou Jingyun had to feign a show for the bodyguards, weeping.
She sobbed softly, looking deeply distressed and upset.
Bai Tong and Aunt Guan comforted her on the side.
Leng Yi approached, "Madam, miss, you should go back and rest for now. We'll handle things here."
Zhou Jingyun, gazing at the unmoving Bai Zhenhong lying in the ICU, said with teary eyes, "How can I leave with peace of mind?"
"Mom, with dad like this, us staying here is futile. Let me help you back to rest," Bai Tong urged to leave the hospital. She hated the medicinal smell of hospitals and disliked the quietness of the hospital at night. It was too quiet, so quiet that it gave her the creeps, always feeling eerily ominous.
Aunt Guan also urged from the side.
After crying for a while, Zhou Jingyun finally left the hospital first with her daughter and Aunt Guan's persuasion.
