After a while, Jiang Jingheng let go of Mu Yan and started the car.
Mu Yan turned her head to look at his cold profile, as handsome and elegant as ever, high and aloof, hard to compare with the helpless man just now.
She suddenly thought of the way this man was in bed, practically a rogue among rogues, and her face felt hot again.
Jiang Jingheng's voice suddenly came, "What's the matter?"
Mu Yan looked up and saw him watching her, with a look of inquiry on his face. She hurriedly said, "Nothing."
She felt a bit annoyed, wondering what she was thinking.
Suddenly she felt her hand being held. She looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling sweet inside.
Soon they arrived at the hospital. In the corridor of the emergency room, members of the Zhuang Family either stood or sat, all with serious expressions.
Seeing Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng arriving late, they didn't say anything.
Ruan Xinyu said to Mu Yan, "Nuannuan, come and sit."
