"After visiting the hospital, will you walk with me? I haven't gone for a stroll in a long time. Just like in Paris, you'll recite poetry to me."
"Anything for you, and I'll buy you delicious food, right?" Nie Chenglang laughed.
"Exactly, that's the main point." Xu Chaomu giggled secretly.
Nie Chenglang wrapped his arm around Xu Chaomu's shoulder and walked toward his Cayenne, but the situation seemed off to the butler, who hurried out.
"Chaomu, weren't you going to the hospital?"
Xu Chaomu looked back, "Yes, I'm going with my Chenglang. With him by my side, you can rest easy, Butler Ling."
"It would be better if Xiaogao took you. Look, he's got the car ready. Oh, I also called Fourth Young Master just now; he said he's going to the hospital later as well."
"Butler Ling, it's fine with Chenglang accompanying me."
"Well... I'm afraid I can't explain this to Fourth Young Master," Butler Ling said bluntly.
Nie Chenglang frowned and asked Xu Chaomu, "This person is...?"
