When An Jiandong heard this, he didn’t say anything, but just snorted coldly and took a big striking step.
Gu Shihai followed behind and sweated coldly. Could it be that An Jiandong was still angry about the wedding?
Gu Shihai sighed and followed a few more steps. The two of them arrived at the entrance of the cafe.
The private room selected by An Jiandong is not very luxurious in the hospital, and it is even more so now.
Even so, An Jiandong’s choice is luxurious enough. Even in City C, I’m afraid that few people can match it.
The private room is on the sixth floor, which is surprisingly quiet and green plants are behind it, giving people a fresh and pleasant feeling.
When Gu Shihai walked into the private room. An Jiandong was already leaning against the sofa, and his eyes obviously did not take Gu Shihai seriously.
But Gu Shihai didn’t care about these things. What he cared about was Gu Moli, his son, who was still in a coma.
So, as soon as Gu Shihai was sitting on the sofa, he immediately got up and brewed the Longjing on the pot for An Jiandong. When he got a cup of tea and handed it to An Jiandong, he was almost pleased: “Brother Jiandong, come and invite tea, and coffee will be fine for a while.”
An Jiandong looked at it for a while, stopped for a long time before taking the tea, took a sip and said, “Well, good tea, old brother of the Gu family, sit, sit, sit, I’m not busy anymore. This time I’m just doing my daughter’s business.”
“Brother Jiandong, of course I know you are for the girl, but now, our Ali family is still alive, so the wedding is afraid, afraid,” Gu Shihai sighed heavily and said.