t it bluntly, it's just Gu Yichen's unwillingness deep in his heart. 。He was still unwilling to let go of Gu Chi's indifference yesterday, so when the magazine decided to interview him again, as if dr...She smiled a little sheepishly and could only lie stiffly on the bed: "Hey, I haven't seen you in a long time. Being seen like this all of a sudden is a bit embarrassing..."

Seeing her respond to him, not drive him away, and even say a few lighthearted words, Yang Qingfeng felt slightly relieved both publicly and privately.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, propping his arms up on the table and fixing Yang Ning with a gaze that held a hint of amusement at her slightly embarrassed expression. The clouds on his face finally began to dissipate.

A light smile played on Yang Qingfeng's lips, his eyes glittering with a strange light. "What's there to be embarrassed about I didn't see you naked."

"Hmm... I guess so." Yang Ning scratched his nose, awkwardly laughed twice, and didn't offer any further response.

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the ward. Yang Qingfeng's eyes held a hint of loneliness as he gazed down at Yang Ning's hand lying outside the covers. He swallowed the words that welled up inside him, choosing instead to distract himself.

"By the way, how exactly did you get stepped on"

Upon hearing Yang Qingfeng's question, Yang Ning felt a surge of anger. She snorted coldly, restored the scene, and expressed her strong disapproval of Yang Yue's despicable actions in her tone.

"Isn't she the type of person who only resorts to these kinds of tactics"

As for Yang Yue, Yang Qingfeng didn't know much about her. During the time they filmed an advertisement together, he witnessed her arrogance, but he never expected that she would be so scheming as well.

However, the Zheng Tao by her side wasn't a good guy either.

When Yang Qingfeng thought of the enemies Yang Ning was about to face, he couldn't help but sigh for her. He tucked in her blanket and looked at her with worry: "Come on, are you really going to make things this stiff Not to mention Zheng Tao and Yang Yue being difficult to deal with, you guys are still family, right"

Relatives

Yang Ning blinked in confusion, then the next second reacted and said he was talking about Yang Yue.

"I'm already an orphan, I have no family." Yang Ning's expression was cold, his voice like a hard-baked flatbread. Yang Qingfeng chewed on it and felt it was dry and difficult to swallow.

"Well...since that's the case, aren't you facing quite a few obstacles in the entertainment industry"

Yang Qingfeng pondered for a moment before realizing that Yang Ning's situation was not easy. Even before he rose to fame, he already faced obstacles in his advancement. As he progressed further, he would only encounter more enemies.

Yang Ning had no idea how things were going now, but no matter what the circumstances were, she couldn't refuse. This was her destiny.

"It's okay, all roads lead to Rome, and the road never ends."

Seeing Yang Ning's relaxed attitude, Yang Qingfeng didn't know what to say for a moment. He looked at her appearance and chuckled softly, his slender fingers poking Yang Ning's cheek.

"You always come across as so strong, I can't get through to you. Never mind."

"Haha, why don't you give it a try!"

The atmosphere in the ward, which was a bit stiff at first, had now become very relaxed. Yang Ning gradually felt like he had his friend Yang Qingfeng back.

Just as the two were chatting happily, the door to the ward was suddenly opened.

"Are you guys feeling very emotional"

A cold and restrained voice made Yang Ning's body stiffen. She almost instantly knew who it was; it could only be An Tianxiang.

"General An."

Yang Qingfeng glanced back at An Tianxiang, stood up and gave a simple greeting, his expression was also lukewarm.

Yang Ning, lying in bed, couldn't sit up. She blinked her eyes and awkwardly chuckled, feeling his icy gaze had ripped through the bandages and plaster cast on her body, sticking to her skin, radiating coldness.

"It's just a chat." Yang Ning tugged at his lips, looking at An Tianxiang wearing a black coat, arms crossed standing at the doorway, like a wall.

Where would An Tianxiang believe Yang Ning's words He walked in, let out a cold snort. The already cramped single room became even more crowded all of a sudden.

He did not glance at Yang Ning at all, but his gaze fell on Yang Qingfeng's face like snow.

The CEO's wife is a little too cunning. hurriedly asked. Although she wasn't very optimistic about Lin Momo as her daughter-in-law at first, now that her son was adamant, she had accepted Lin Momo's position in her heart, even giving her t...