When the plane flew back to Qingdao, it was already early morning.
On the sea's surface, the morning light turned the water a golden hue, like flowing gold.
However, Leng Zimo had no mood to appreciate this beautiful seaside city. After disembarking, he hurried to the hospital where Cheang Xiao was.
On the fourth floor, in the intensive care unit, Cheang Xiao lay with several tubes attached to his body, eyes tightly closed.
To ensure Luo Xiaoqian's safe departure, he single-handedly blocked Roselia and several of her henchmen, killing several people, yet he himself was shot by Roselia.
Opening the door and looking at Cheang Xiao on the hospital bed, Leng Zimo's face was somber.
"The bullet hit the lung..." Xiao Jie softly explained by his side, "The doctor said, if he doesn't wake up by dawn, I'm afraid... it's... hopeless..."
Ah Sang stood behind Leng Zimo, gritting his teeth, "Who did this?"
