Tang Yuezhe cast a sidelong glance at her, emitting a soft snicker, but still straightened his body and let out a lazy yawn, "I'll come to pick you up in the morning."
As he spoke, he had already started heading toward the door, his gaze casually sweeping over Chi Huan's agent and assistant, who immediately understood and got up to say goodbye to Chi Huan.
"Huanhuan, we'll come to see you tomorrow morning."
Chi Huan watched them and pursed her lips, "I'm fine, I'll probably be discharged tomorrow."
Tang Yuezhe and the others left, leaving only Ning Youran in the ward to chat with her.
......
At the end of the corridor.
Mo Shiqian, with a cigarette halfway burned between his fingers, glanced at the man who came up to him and lit the cigarette with a lighter, furrowed his brows, and spoke, "Didn't I tell you to bring me a pair of shoes?"
Feng Xing exhaled a smoke ring, squinting his eyes indifferently, "I had your wife send them over."
"..."
