With a slight frown on his thick eyebrows, he lifted his feet and walked in the direction of his car.

The Maybach gradually faded away, and the red Spyker sports car still parked quietly in place. The color that should have been fiery was now shrouded in a cold air.

"Han Zhiqing, you will never be able to take away the man that Han Zhiwei likes from me."

At this moment, her enchanting red lips raised a certain arc, she turned around and opened the car door, and the red Spyker flew away in the sunset, raising dust.

The black Maybach stopped in the parking lot of the inpatient department. Han Zhiqing got out of the car with an expressionless expression, her eyes becoming calm.

Mo Junhao got out of the car behind her and walked to her side, but saw Han Zhiqing's footsteps stopped at this moment.

Looking sideways at Mo Junhao, her voice softened: "President, I think it's time for you to go back."

Such an obvious eviction order made Mo Junhao's already depressed mood even more depressed.

Damn, this ungrateful woman...

The depression that had been suppressed for a long time gave his heart a hint of anger. He narrowed his deep eyes, looked at Han Zhiqing's calm face, and said:

"It's your turn to arrange when I leave."

There was a hint of childish anger in his angry tone, his blue eyes narrowed, he turned around angrily, his tall back showing a hint of anger, and strode towards the Maybach.

Han Zhiqing looked at his sullen back, her bloodless thin lips inadvertently twitched twice, then turned around and walked towards the ward alone.

"Damn it!"

Mo Junhao got into the car angrily, and his anger, which had nowhere to vent, spilled on the black steering wheel, making a harsh sound in the parking lot.

That bastard chased him away time and time again. He really should have punished her for being so disrespectful, but he damnably couldn't do anything to her.

Even though he was half-infuriated by her, he could only sulker to himself and turn a blind eye to her, but he still missed her helplessly in his heart, worrying whether it was habitual or convenient for her to stay alone in the hospital.

Han Zhiqing returned to the ward and happened to see a nurse pacing back and forth anxiously in the ward. When she came in, her eyes looked relieved.

Walking quickly to her, the nurse said with a little reproach in her tone, "Miss Han, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time."

"What's up?"

She looked at the anxious-looking nurse and asked, still showing no expression.

"It's time to change the medicine on your hand."

The nurse looked at Han Zhiqing's expressionless look and her voice became deep.

"oh."

Without too many pleasantries, she nodded and walked towards the medical tray placed by the nurse. The right hand that was torn at the beginning was still glowing with a trace of blood.

When the nurse untied her gauze, the scene that caught her eye made her eyes flash with surprise.

"Miss Han, why did your wound open?"

Facing the nurse's question, Han Zhiqing's eyes trembled slightly, then she shook her head indifferently to the nurse, "It's okay, just change the medicine."

Her tone sounded so cold that it made people feel extremely uncomfortable, and the nurse also felt a little bored because she was too nervous just now.

Without asking her any more questions, she started changing Han Zhiqing's dressing.

"What's the date today?"
Chapter completed!