Gu Jiahui's injury wasn't serious.
When he woke up at 2 AM, Sheng Tang was sitting beside him, deep in thought.
Seeing him open his eyes, Sheng Tang immediately came over: "What's wrong?"
"I'm a bit thirsty," Gu Jiahui said.
Sheng Tang poured him a glass of water.
This was a private ward in a private hospital, the air was fresh, and the room quite spacious.
"Why did you come back?" Gu Jiahui moistened his throat with a sip of water, "Aren't you very busy?"
"You got hurt, how could I not come back?" Sheng Tang sighed.
Gu Jiahui smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I won't report him. This way, you'll feel indebted to me."
Sheng Tang: "..."
Gu Jiahui guessed right.
She stayed silent for a moment. When she saw that Gu Jiahui had finished his water, she took the glass and put it down.
"What exactly happened?" Sheng Tang asked.
She didn't believe Gu Shiting went crazy all of a sudden. It wasn't like him to be unstable without reason.
Most of the time, he could control his temper.
