At this moment, Fu Nancheng stood at the end of the corridor outside the hospital room.
One hand tucked in his pants pocket, the other holding a cigarette, he stood by the window gazing out at the somewhat blanched scene.
Shiwu walked to him from behind, speaking in a low voice, "Young Master, Miss Qiao has woken up."
The fingers holding the cigarette paused slightly. He lowered his eyes and said, "Got it."
Shiwu stepped back without making another sound. Fu Nancheng was silent for a few more seconds, then took a harsh drag on his cigarette before extinguishing the butt and turning to walk toward the hospital room.
Before long, the door was opened.
Fu Nancheng walked in with a cold expression.
Qiao Mo looked up at him briefly, only to feel a chill surrounding him. She withdrew her gaze, fiddling with her fingers, not daring to make a sound.
He took a seat next to her, "You're awake."
His voice was deep, merely stating a fact rather than asking.
