A Different Shen Zhiting (Part 1)

Tang Susu and Tang Mingqi couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"He injured himself so seriously just to save you… How can you pull his hand like that when he's in a coma!" Eleven's heart ached. "So what if he's holding your hand for a little while? He'll let go when he wakes up."

Qing Mo, who was eating with a bowl in his hand, nodded. "If he's not holding anything, he'll probably be in a lot of pain."

Tang Mingchu choked. Yeah, right!

"And the sofa is too small for him. Why don't we send him back to his room?" Sang said worriedly, "Half of his body and his legs are stretched out on the sofa. He must be very uncomfortable."

When Tang Susu heard this, she secretly tried to get rid of Shen Zhiting by using more strength, but she wasn't doing it in an obvious way. After all, she didn't want to worsen his injuries. But because of that, she couldn't make him let go of her.