Rong Shu couldn't believe her eyes as she stared at Gu Bichen; after all, she too was a pampered and spoiled darling since childhood.
Just now, because she felt sorry for Gu Bichen, she had swallowed her pride, but now she couldn't swallow it anymore.
She stood up, her face turning cold as well, "If you need to consider, then consider. I don't necessarily have to marry you."
Having said that, she turned around and walked out of the ward.
This time, Gu Bichen didn't chase after her, and Rong Shu didn't hesitate anymore.
She walked out of the hospital, stood at the busy entrance for several minutes, but no one came after her.
She let out a cold laugh, hailed a taxi and got in, "Uncle driver, take me to Tianlu Group."
Just before the end of the workday, an unexpected visitor arrived at the company.
Compared to her radiant appearance last time, Rong Shu looked much more haggard today.
"Sister Jiang Xi, is my uncle here?" Rong Shu's brows drooped, and she looked listless.