In the capital in late autumn, the leaves and flowers withered, and the wind blew dust into the air. It was bleak and desolate.
Fu Sinian rubbed the black velvet box in his hand carefully with his fingertips, his eyes unreadable.
When the car arrived at Third Hospital, it encountered a small-scale traffic jam. This hospital had been planned in the city center a few years ago but had moved to the suburbs near the Software Garden instead. Because it was too far from the city center, there were not many people. But there were so many cars parked outside…
Shi Fang cursed in his heart. Most likely, the news about Yu Manxi has leaked. No wonder Eldest Young Master's expression was so strange along the way.
"Eldest Young Master, should we go through the back door or…"
The front was full of reporters, and there were probably people at the back too. "Why don't we go to the underground garage?"
