Huo Zhenyang did not speak, but neither did he deny it.
She inhaled sharply, looking towards the ICU ward in fear.
He walked slowly over, lifted a large hand, and tucked a loose strand of her hair, damp with nervous sweat, behind her ear, softening his voice, "Go to the airport first, I'll handle things here and then join you and Zaizai."
How could Jiayi be in the mood for the airport now? She fiddled with the hem of her clothes, looking towards the airtight ICU ward door, "Is it because he refused to hand over the evidence that he fell out with the organization, and ended up like this?"
Huo Zhenyang remained silent.
He had not expected that Nie Yixiao was still deeply infatuated with his Little Kitten.
To the point of giving up the bright future with ISM and even his life.
Seeing Huo Zhenyang not responding, she knew he was tacitly agreeing.
Her bare hands clenched into fists, brought close to her mouth, she began to sob.
He was fulfilling his promises to her with his life.
