Qi Ruigang coldly stared at her, then pushed open the door of the ward and stepped inside—
Approaching the bed, he could hear more clearly the beeping sound of the electrocardiogram.
An oxygen mask covered Mo Lan's face.
If he were to remove the oxygen, would she die?
Qi Ruigang methodically put on white gloves, his icy gaze fixed continuously on the unconscious Mo Lan.
Taking a step closer to her, he reached out, gently brushing away the hair from her forehead.
Should he kill her, or take her away and force her to reveal the whereabouts of the chip?
This woman would rather die than divulge the location of the chip, taking her would be a waste of effort then.
In truth, he was not worried that the chip would fall into someone else's hands, but without it, he would face many troubles.
It contained all his business secrets from over a decade, and he had no backup; losing it meant starting over from scratch.
