When Rong Yue returned to the hospital, AI Mengmeng was sitting on the sofa in the ward. She was holding a book written by Rong Yue in her hand. She was sitting there quietly reading.
Rong Yue pushed the door open and entered.ai Mengmeng immediately put down her book and stood up."You're back?"
he hummed in acknowledgment and sat down with her. " i'm just going to hand in my manuscript. why are you so worried? "
ai mengmeng lowered her eyes. " rongyue, i'm not worried. you're not in good health, and dr. qin also said that you'd better not write scripts. "
"I'm just interested." He looked at her and smiled.
AI Mengmeng looked at him, wanting to say something but stopping herself. She wanted to tell him about the forty million, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
she was too weak and naive. with her around, rong yue might have a harder life.
