Chapter: 4535

He looked out the window at the busy traffic.

Thinking about his hesitation before returning to China, is it a good thing or a bad thing for him to return to China?

For him, there is no doubt that it is a good thing.

His family members are all here, and only when he is close to here can he feel that his life is warm.

He greedily and cautiously touches their world again, but has never dared to face their feelings.

He was afraid that his current embarrassment would make them feel contrasted and they would not be able to accept it.

What scares me even more is seeing Su Nan's sympathy.

She is still as hot as the sun, as beautiful as ever.

But what about him?

It's mud, it's disability.

How could he deserve it?

At the last moment of the explosion on the cruise ship, he wondered if she knew something.

But she knew it, and she didn't directly call the name. Such a cover-up made him more uncertain.

It was also because she didn't let go of his hand at the last moment that he wanted to come back and give it a try.

Those scars might as well be scratched on his body.

On her delicate skin, he couldn't even bear to look at her, it was shockingly cruel.

He suddenly thought of the words of the psychiatrist who had just left.

"Be sure to pay more attention to her behavior at ordinary times, and tell me in time if there is anything wrong!"

He really panicked...

Trembling, he took out his phone and the business card Qiao Ming handed him, and called directly.

Shang Qian was more careful, afraid of disturbing her, he went outside the room to make a phone call.

When Qiao Ming saw the incoming call, he knew it well, because that string of numbers had also been seen on Su Nan's phone.

The speed seems to be a little faster than he predicted!

Qiao Ming parked the car on the side of the road slowly, and answered the phone unhurriedly

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dr. Qiao, I'm Shang Qian just now."

"I know, Mr. Shang, what can you do?"

His tone was tepid, and he asked patiently, like treating every patient.

After ten seconds of silence.

Shang Qian's hoarse and deep voice seemed to have been ground by rough stones. The moment he opened his mouth slowly, he seemed to have exhausted all his courage, but he was still a little choked up.