n hour of hard work, three doctors finally finished checking Su Kexin. 。"The results may take a few days to come out, please wait for a while." 。"After the lead doctor finished speaking, he bowed to M..."Let's talk about this another time. Right now, I really want to go back home and see him. When I see him, I'll tell you about his situation as soon as possible."
Raising her head, Yang Ning's expression was more serious than ever before. Han Shaoqiu understood her thoughts, and he no longer insisted on his own ideas. With a solemn expression, he nodded and watched as Yang Ning rushed out of the room. Meow Meow chirped.
Having flown back home overnight, Yang Ning's uneasiness had never been so unrestrained. She couldn't even imagine what kind of torment Yang Qingfeng was going through at this moment.
As soon as Yang Ning thought of those appalling comments on Weibo, she became even more worried about Yang Qingfeng's state. Those hand-in-hand photos and intimate photos taken in a room without curtains were practically trying to kill Yang Qingfeng.
Who on earth could be so cruel
Yang Ning couldn't imagine it, she shook her head, everything could only wait until she saw him in person to understand the truth before discussing it.
After getting off the plane, Yang Ning didn't go anywhere else. Instead, she went straight to the top floor of the Fuhua Hotel. She remembered Yang Qingfeng saying that this is usually where he hides from paparazzi.
He is right in the eye of the storm now, and he must be here.
Yang Ning strode straight to the innermost room, his mind suddenly flashing back to that encounter with An Tianxiang here once.
Back then, the two of them were complete strangers. Now, everything has changed qualitatively...
Sighing softly, Yang Ning withdrew her thoughts. Now was not the time to dwell on such things. She knocked on Yang Qingfeng's door, but there was no response inside.
"Yang Qingfeng, it's me, Yang Ning."
Yang Ning stood at the door, waiting for a long time. There was still no response from inside. She frowned, wondering where Yang Qingfeng could have gone besides here.
She pondered for a moment, then suddenly had an idea.
"Yang Qifeng, open the door! There are media here! A whole bunch of them!"
Yang Ning slammed on the door, his voice laced with panic. The usually steady door immediately swung open from inside, and the next second, Yang Ning's soft waist was pulled into a tight embrace by a pair of strong hands.
Where is the media from
A familiar male voice, tinged with a hint of confusion, echoed in the room. The lights were off, curtains drawn tightly shut, plunging the space into darkness that enveloped every corner. Yang Ning couldn't see the person before him, yet he could feel Yang Qingfeng's presence all around him.
His warm breath puffed against her face, making Yang Ning's eyelashes itch. She blinked lightly, and the unease in her heart finally subsided a little.
"Why didn't you open the door just now You know there are plenty of people outside who are worried about you, right"
Yang Qingfeng let go of Yang Ning and opened the lights in the room. The sudden brightness made it hard for both of them to open their eyes.
There are plenty of people outside waiting to fabricate news about me, so I naturally wouldn't just open the door. Yang Qingfeng rubbed his eyes, the fatigue in them unmistakable.
Seeing Yang Qingfeng like this, Yang Ning felt a pang of sympathy in his heart. He was clearly a fine young man, yet a baseless rumor had left him a shell of himself.
His messy hair and stubble beard were a far cry from the once radiant Yang Qingfeng who could shine no matter where he stood.
"Do I look awful like this My eyes seem so strange, don't they" Yang Qingfeng tousled his hair and chuckled wryly.
Yang Ning sighed and shook his head, then walked forward and sat down in the chair opposite Yang Qingfeng. He stared intently into Yang Qingfeng's eyes: "Now is not the time to talk about this. We must find a way to get through this current crisis."
Hearing Yang Ning's words, Yang Qingfeng propped his arms on his knees, silently biting his lip, his curved spine seeming to be burdened with a thousand pounds of stone.
"It's useless, this time the one who wants to move me is Mr. Wang. He's been brooding over last time's incident all along, and I'm already a discarded pawn of Tianhua now."
Yang Qingfeng's expression was downcast, the sparkle in his eyes replaced by the dimness of dusk. Yang Ning looked at his slender figure, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions.
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