Lin Nuan examined Wen Moshen's emaciated face. Four whole years felt like an eternity long. The heaviness in her heart made it hard to breathe.
Lin Chen still had matters to attend to. He received one call after another from the office.
"Lin Chen, Lin Nuan… thank you both for coming to see Moshen." Wen Moshen's father still upheld his classy elegance in showing his gratitude towards them, "Little Song, thank you for entering the operation room to ask about Moshen's condition specifically. He would be glad to know about that once he wakes up. It's getting late, you should attend to your own matters—I'll call you once he wakes up."
Lin Chen nodded and turned towards Lin Nuan. "It's four-forty already, I'll drop you off at the radio station…"
Lin Nuan's show began at six.
"It's out of your way. I'll take a cab there myself…"
