"Huh," Rong Moyong chuckled with a hint of amusement in his voice, "it seems now that she had been planning this for a long time."
"My lord, it's all my fault," Cheng Fang quickly apologized. "I really didn't expect Miss Duan to run away secretly..."
"Is an apology useful now?"
Cheng Fang: "…I am wrong."
"Go to the hospital and wait for me."
"Understood."
…
An hour later, Rong Moyong arrived at the hospital.
Cheng Fang and Sister Zhao were both there, rushing to greet him, "Third Master."
Rong Moyong asked, "Is Feng Yuan awake?"
"She's already awake. I just asked the doctor, and he said the situation is quite good. Now, it's just about slowly recuperating..." Cheng Fang said while observing.
Rong Moyong was impeccably dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his white collared shirt crisp and laundered, with exquisitely tailored cufflinks. It was clear that he had come directly from the wedding site.