In the hospital, An Ziqing had repeatedly confirmed with the doctor that Ling Chuan was okay.
It was just facial abrasions, and the vomiting of blood was because of bleeding gums, with no damage to the body at all.
The car's airbags had minimized the injury.
Looking at the man on the hospital bed, An Ziqing sighed inwardly.
She walked to the bedside and tucked him in.
Turning around, she prepared to leave.
Opening the door, she saw a stunning woman standing at the entrance.
Tall figure, heavy makeup, and those long curly locks falling on her shoulders, matched with a classic star-like face.
Li Xian.
The fiancée of Ling Chuan, whom she had met last time at the restaurant.
Both of them were stunned for a moment, clearly recognizing each other.
An Ziqing felt a bit awkward and greeted, "Miss Li, you're here. Young Master Ling is already awake."
Li Xian looked suspiciously at An Ziqing, instinctively scrutinizing her with obvious vigilance, "Miss An, why are you here?"
