Returning to Upper City, it was already three in the afternoon, and Song Cheng’an imdiately contacted Luo Yao.
Luo Yao said the person had co out of the ergency room and was still in a coma.
As the two exited the arrival gate, a girl recognized Mu Yan and ca up asking for an autograph.
Song Cheng’an stopped her, "Sorry, we..."
Before he could finish speaking, a hand took the notebook and pen, quickly signing the na.
The girl took back the notebook and quickly thanked, "Thank you, Mu Yan, you’re really beautiful."
"Thank you, let’s move on," Mu Yan nodded slightly and proceeded forward.
Song Cheng’an glanced at Mu Yan, surprise flashing in his eyes, so calm?
The girl watched Mu Yan and Song Cheng’an walk away, looked at her autograph book with a smile, her expression changed instantly.
Mu Chen? Signed the wrong na?
The car arranged by Song Cheng’an had long been waiting in the airport parking lot, and the two got in, heading to the hospital.
The whole way, Mu Yan remained silent.
She stared blankly out the car window at the sky, her eyes hollow, uncertain of what she was thinking.
When the car arrived at the hospital, she reacted quickly, imdiately opening the door and getting out.
She hadn’t walked a few steps before a large group of reporters rushed over, bombarding her with questions.
"Mu Yan, did you know your brother smashed Zhou Lifen’s head?"
"Did your brother suddenly clash with Zhou Lifen to stand up for you?"
"Zhou Lifen is your brother’s benefactor, is he biting the hand that feeds him?"
...
Song Cheng’an stepped forward to protect Mu Yan, speaking in a low voice, "Sorry, Mu Yan won’t answer these questions today, please step aside."
The reporters wouldn’t relent, crowding forward, pushing Mu Yan who swayed under the pressure.
"Mu Yan, have you and Zhou Lifen truly reached a state of mutual hostility?"
"Mu Yan, please don’t avoid the questions."
"Mu Yan, please answer!"
The number of reporters was overwhelming, blocking the way, and Song Cheng’an had already asked the driver to call for security.
Mu Yan looked at the reporters surrounding her, their harsh and sharp faces flashing before her eyes.
The blazing sunlight pierced her eyes, and she felt a dull pain in her temples.
The fire of anger burned within her heart, her eyes brimming with fury.
Her hands clenched tightly, making a creaking sound.
Suddenly, she spoke calmly, "My brother’s heart condition has flared up and he’s in a dangerous situation. I can’t listen to or answer any of your questions. Please give a path, thank you."
She bowed to the reporters.
Song Cheng’an looked at her, surprise flashing in his eyes.
This was unbelievably calm.
The reporters suddenly fell silent, looking at the composed girl in front of them, feeling a touch of sympathy arising within.
Exchanging glances with their peers, they tacitly made way for her.
Mu Yan straightened, looked at them, and nodded slightly, "Thank you very much."
As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly walked forward, Song Cheng’an imdiately followed, but was stopped by the reporters.
"President Song, what’s the situation with this?"
Mu Yan entered the hospital doors directly heading to the intensive care unit.
Luo Yao was waiting outside the ward and rushed over when she saw Mu Yan approaching, "Mu Yan, I’m sorry I failed to protect Mu Chen."
As she spoke, tears stread down her face.
Mu Yan raised her hand to wipe away her tears, saying, "It’s not your fault, don’t cry."
Upon hearing this, Luo Yao cried even harder.
Mu Yan patted her shoulder and walked to the window of the ward.
Inside, Mu Chen lay on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, still in a coma.
She suddenly bit her hand, her eyes turning red, but she stubbornly didn’t shed a tear.
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