The carriage was exceedingly quiet, Old Zhu occasionally lifted his head to glance at the rearview mirror, observing Shi Che supporting his forehead, his brows deeply furrowed, clearly in extreme discomfort, yet he seemed unwilling to go to the hospital for some reason.
Old Zhu sighed softly in his heart, unconsciously pressing down on the gas pedal, speeding up.
When they arrived at the villa, before Old Zhu had the chance to get out of the car to open the door for Shi Che, Shi Che had already stepped out of the car. With one long stride, he entered the house. His dark eyes swept around the room without a trace, but apart from the anxious Sister Hua who came to greet him, there was no other figure. His gaze darkened in an instant, becoming gloomy and lightless.
