Zhao Youxi was delighted when Mu Tingfeng stopped them. She thought he had changed his mind. Little did she know the moment she looked up at him, she met his incredibly cold and sharp gaze.
Zhao Youxi's heart clenched. A sense of bone-chilling feeling crept down her body, and she instinctively moved back.
"P-President Mu…"
Mu Tingfeng ignored Zhao Youxi's trembling plea. He lifted the quilt from his body with his uninjured hand, and walked toward Zhao Youxi.
The man wore an ordinary patient gown. He looked especially pale as a result of blood loss, and after spending an entire night in delirious pain.
As he was approaching her, one felt an imposing and innate aura that naturally came from a man, who undoubtedly was standing at the highest end of the world.
Zhao Youxi looked at the man obsessively as he approached her. The bodyguards seemed to have gotten Mu Tingfeng's hint from his gaze, and they let go of Zhao Youxi.
