"Uncle, how are you feeling?" Song Xinyan concernedly asked. "I'm fine. We're relieved! Uncle, do you know that we've been worried about you these past few days? You don't know how many tears Little Jiu shed. Look! Her eyes are still swollen."
Su Shengjing raised his hand with difficulty and wiped the remaining tears from Su Jiu's eyes. "I'm sorry to have made you all worry."
"It's good that Uncle is fine!" Song Xinyan smiled brightly at him. She was truly happy. Anyway, if Little Jiu's mood improved, her mood would also improve.
Li Mohan stood outside the ward and looked sideways at Song Xinyan. When he saw her smiling so sweetly at Su Shengjing, his eyes turned cold and he snorted unhappily.
Does this girl only know how to smile at other men? When has she ever smiled so brightly at me?
Rong Si placed the plate on the bedside table and said to Su Shengjing, "Uncle, do you want to eat something?"
