Returning to the hospital entrance, Tang Sili saw the figure standing at the door, and frowned slightly.
Zhao Mengjin walked down the steps, slowly approached him, and reached out her hand, just as she was about to touch his clothes, she suddenly spoke: "You scared me to death—"
Tang Sili didn't say anything and brushed past her.
Because of what had happened just now, it was actually safer for him not to go home at this time.
"Wait." Zhao Mengjin turned around and called out to his back, "I've called my uncle, he said he will arrange people to protect you."
"I know." Because he knew, he chose to return to the hospital instead of wandering around.
"You must protect your own life, understand?"
Listening to her nagging, Tang Sili paused, turned back, and swept a disdainful gaze over her face: "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm just saying—" Zhao Mengjin replied, breathing somewhat laboriously as the fright she experienced earlier hadn't yet subsided.
