Rushing to Clean Up the Mess

"I don't usually smoke. I suddenly want a cigarette to refresh myself today, so my mind is a bit tired." Huo Qi explained and lit a cigarette for himself skillfully.

There was a faint worry between his eyebrows, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Shang Bei knew that Huo Qi had been working non-stop for the past two days and hadn't rested much. Now that their Qingqing suddenly suffered such a disaster, Huo Qi must be the person who felt the most upset and blamed himself.

Shang Bei sighed and comforted her. "Qingqing is already fine. Don't blame yourself too much. Let this matter go! Cigarettes aren't good. You should smoke less."

Huo Qi slowly blew out a smoke ring, nodded, and stubbed out the cigarette obediently.

So, when Kong Yue and Su Xing walked out of the ward, they only saw the two silent men in the corridor.