Old Master Ye's condition was stable and Ye Qingqiu accompanied him in the ward for two hours.
"Someone is guarding this place. Go back and rest."
Li Tingshen had been accompanying her. After looking at his watch countless times, he finally spoke.
Ye Qingqiu shook her head and refused to leave.
The ward fell silent again and the sound of the medical equipment became clearer.
After a long while, Li Tingshen got up from the sofa and walked to her side.
"Get up, I'll send you back."
Impatience flashed across Ye Qingqiu's face. "Are you done?"
Li Tingshen stared at the hair on her head that was surrounded by a halo and said indifferently, "Didn't you say you were going to Grandma Bo's house for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Ye Qingqiu's face froze.
Her head exploded with a bang.
Linlin?
Sensing her stiff body, Li Tingshen narrowed his eyes and his voice was hoarse.
