Huo Zhanting's face was ashen.
A storm seemed to be gathering in his cold, black eyes, and the air in the private room was heavy with the pressure of an impending tempest.
Xiao Yihe's lips curled into a malicious smile, fearlessly locking gazes with him. Three seconds later, Huo Zhanting abruptly stood up and walked swiftly out of the private room.
It was the first time Xiao Yihe had seen such a look of panic on his face.
He couldn't help but burst into laughter; his melodious chuckle seeped into the ears of Huo Zhanting, who hadn't managed to get very far. His expression darkened. As he hastily made his way toward the hospital ward, he pulled out his mobile phone to call An Lan.
But after several attempts, the calls went unanswered. By the fifth time the mechanical female voice said, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is not answering. Please…" Huo Zhanting violently hung up.