Ming Yao finished speaking and turned to leave.
The man saw the back of her departing figure, and his black pupils contracted sharply.
Ignoring the plaster on his leg, he hobbled after her.
When the woman reached the elevator, he caught up with her.
Ripping off the bandage on his arm, he grabbed her from behind in a tight embrace.
"Little Yao, you are not allowed to leave!"
Passing nurses and patients turned their gazes their way.
Ming Yao's face turned bright red, "Let go of me!"
Gu Siting was in no mood to let go. With a bit more effort, he hoisted her onto his shoulder.
He could hardly walk steadily himself, yet he carried Ming Yao, her face turned downward, and at any moment she might fall to the ground.
Her blood rushed to her head.
She was both embarrassed and annoyed.
"Gu Siting, put me down!"
Was he trying to kill her?
"If I put you down, you'll run away."
More onlookers gathered around.