Mo Xiyan smiled and obediently walked towards Old Mr. Rong to take a seat. "Got it, Grandpa. I'll hand over my last patient in two days' time and bid the hospital farewell."
Old Mr. Rong nodded in satisfaction and stared at her before shifting his gaze onto her abdomen. He found her to be more and more pleasing to the eye.
"Dinner's not ready yet. Come play chess with me."
Mo Xiyan was eager to try. "Sure, I lose to Grandpa every time. I want to see if I can win this time!"
Old Mr. Rong smiled and said, "It's good to have a fighting spirit."
Butler Zhang grabbed the chessboard while the two of them played chess.
Halfway through, Mo Xiyan's mobile phone rang and she smiled apologetically at Old Mr. Rong before ending the game.
However, her mobile phone seemed to be ringing continuously, making her feel extremely frustrated.
Old Mr. Rong's spirits were dampened and he said, "Go ahead. Maybe there's something urgent."
