Huo Jingting had briefly mentioned her before, saying that her career was on an ascending path, so she had not dated anyone.
Now, a doubt suddenly arose in her heart. Had Lin Qingge stayed single all this time for her career, or for Huo Jingting?
Gu Nanqiao stroked her forehead, indeed not expecting that there were so many women coveting Huo Jingting.
Looking at his figure, she felt as if countless rotten peach blossoms had invisibly blossomed around him.
But at this time, Gu Nanqiao could not be concerned with that, as the most important issue at the moment was Chengcheng's illness.
Chengcheng's body was frail to begin with, and he had a high fever due to a cold. Now he was just out of danger, lying lifelessly on the bed, his small face pale without a trace of color.
His left hand was exposed, freshly done with the intravenous drip, still sporting a medical plaster.
