Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Leike whispered a warning, "Mr. Beitang is here."
Li Qiyu greedily breathed in Bo Yeyuan's scent, each second filled with both pain and reluctance. The arms that held her tight suddenly let go, leaving her mind blank.
For the first time, Bo Yeyuan pushed her away. She stepped out of his embrace and looked towards the emergency room entrance.
Beitang Feng had arrived with several close attendants in tow, and Ling Ran was among them. The clear-eyed youth stood beside the demonically charming man, his half-arm draped with his master's coat. It was a beautifully picturesque scene.
Beitang Feng seemed in better spirits than the last time she had seen him. His eyes were sharp and aggressive, quickly glancing over Li Qiyu before settling indifferently on Mrs. Bo, "Dead?"
"Acute pneumonia compounded by wound cross-infections, inflammation complications, resuscitation was unsuccessful," Leike reported. "We have video to corroborate."
