Shi Lan directly made a WeChat call, "Cancel it."
"But I had already agreed before, if I cancel now, it would greatly impact him," said Tang Ze, "It was my negligence. Hearing that Huo Zhao had an accident, I also got anxious."
"He’s young now; allow him the chance to make mistakes, and let him bear the consequences. Just do your best to manage it, but I think he won’t want to come back," Shi Lan answered Tang Ze, looking at the little rascal.
"I will do my best to explain the situation to the film crew, but this will affect An Yang’s future commercial opportunities to some extent."
"Just handle it," Shi Lan replied to Tang Ze without even asking An Yang.
Because she knew very well what choice the little rascal would make.
Or rather, the little rascal had already made the choice from the start.
Would Tang Ze forget, could he forget?
They then spent more time at the hospital, practically turning it upside down, but still, there was no sight of Huo Zhao.
It was then that Shi Lan said, "Preserve your energy and stamina, go back and wait for news, as well as your time of torment."
But Huo Zhao still didn’t want to go.
Shi Lan forcibly pulled him away, but just then, the little rascal suddenly broke free from Shi Lan’s grasp and ran towards a figure that looked familiar.
Shi Lan thought he had gone mad, and immediately ran after him, but to her surprise, he actually found him!
Huo Zhao had hurt his leg; he had just been pushed to the garden by a nurse.
When he saw An Yang and Shi Lan before him, he thought he was hallucinating.
His phone was destroyed, and he had only woken up at noon today, so he had gone to the garden to see if there was anything he could use to contact home.
"We finally found you, you blockhead. You scared us to death."
"Aren’t you my brother? With such a big incident, how could you not contact us right away?"
Huo Zhao wanted to explain, but the little rascal, like a firecracker, kept talking nonstop; in reality, he was just trying to alleviate his mental tension and panic.
"Let him go back to his room," Shi Lan intervened to stop the little rascal’s nonstop chattering.
"Argh, alright, where’s the room? Hurry and show the way," the little rascal ordered the nurse to go away.
Huo Zhao led the way, and everyone followed him to the hospital room. Once Huo Zhao was settled on the hospital bed, the little rascal said, "Wait for me a bit, I’m going to the restroom."
Having said that, the little rascal dashed off.
Huo Zhao looked at Shi Lan puzzled, and Shi Lan with her arms folded, looked back at him.
"Not being able to contact you practically drove people mad. One minute they’re shouting that no one would claim your body, the next they’re begging me to bring them here to find you. There’s an important promotional shoot tomorrow that can’t be missed, he definitely remembers, but he never mentioned it to me. When we couldn’t find you, I was so anxious I almost wanted to throw that anxious wreck off the plane, knock him unconscious from the hospital, but he recognized you just from a profile. I don’t even know what to say."
"Huo Zhao, he truly considers you a brother."
"In a sense, you are more important than I am," Shi Lan said, then yawned, "I’m tired, I’m going back to the hotel."
A moment later, the little rascal returned, but again with his usual playful and smiling demeanor, "We found him. Sister, let’s go back to the hotel. We can return home tomorrow."
True to form, he completely avoided mentioning that he had missed the promotional shoot and acted nonchalantly.
Just then, Huo Zhao suddenly spoke, said, "You stay."
"No, staying with you for a night would be boring," the little rascal shook his head.
"Then I’ll go to the hotel with you. My injury is not serious."
"But you need treatment, forget it, forget it, I’ll reluctantly agree," the little rascal waved his hand, suggesting it’s better not to shuttle the injured back and forth.