"Can you tell me who this person is?" An Ning burst in, eager to ask.
Yu Jingchen turned around, frowning at her. "Didn't I tell you not to come?"
This stubborn woman, the more she's not allowed to come here, the more she insists on coming.
An Ning also looked at him very earnestly. "I feel I must come. I have something I hope to discuss with Mr. Zhou."
She had left her phone number with the nurse earlier, so she would be informed once Zhou Xiaobo's condition turned critical.
She just received a call from the nurse; Zhou Xiaobo is on the verge within these few hours.
She walked over to Zhou Xiaobo and asked quietly, "Can you tell me who you hit at that time?"
Zhou Xiaobo's hollow eyes stared at Yu Jingchen's. "Does it matter who it is?"
Yu Jingchen's expression became increasingly grave, not just because Zhou Xiaobo refused to say anything, but also because his complexion was getting worse; he could truly die at any moment. "Of course it matters. I hope you can tell us."
