In the elegant restaurant, after ordering the dishes, Meng Jilin said, "Just like I said before, I can't be certain when he will wake up. But don't worry, he's not in a vegetative state, he will wake up, maybe even tomorrow."
"Are there patients in the hospital who have been through this kind of situation?" Tang Yu asked.
"Many, and they all woke up and are very healthy."
This statement served as the best comfort to Tang Yu, "Today, I'm treating you, so don't deny me the chance."
Meng Jilin's face was smiling. Just as he was about to speak, the voice of a woman rose beside them—
"What chance are you talking about? The chance to get in bed with you?"
Tang Yu looked over, and Zhou Qinghua approached with an aggressive and arrogant demeanor.
The smile on Meng Jilin's face vanished, and he looked coldly at the unwelcome woman.
"This is a public place; your words are quite unpleasant," Tang Yu said, displeased and angry.