Upon hearing the call, Shi Yuting turned his head and walked toward Xiang Yi.
As she heard someone calling her name, Zuo Weiyi, who fainted, slowly opened her eyes. Lights poured into her eyes before a tall figure made its way in front of her eyes.
It seemed like that was Shi Yuting. Was she seeing things?
Or was she in heaven?
"Shi Yuting…" His name spilled from her lips, her voice was as weak and as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
But Shi Yuting still caught it as he was crouching down to pick her up. His heart tightened, he even stopped breathing for a moment.
Not even a second after, Zuo Weiyi passed out again.
Gazing at her disheveled figure, Shi Yuting frowned in rage. Blood vessels were popping out from his temple, a cold murderous fury was burning behind his eyes.
***
In the luxurious presidential suite.
Zuo Weiyi was lying in bed, she was still unconscious.
