Shi Yuhuan simply laid down next to her until his phone rang. He gently released Song Qinghuan, stood up, and answered the call.
"How's the investigation?" he asked.
The man at the other end of the phone was Xia Yang, who let out a scornful chuckle, "Boss, as you predicted, she's indeed a spiteful woman. Poor lady.
Shi Yuhuan glanced at the sleeping Song Qinghuan on the hospital bed and said indifferently, "Find a child who can act, around three years old."
Xia Yang was startled. "A child who can act?" he asked.
"Hmm," Shi Yuhuan simply responded—affirming his request again.
Xia Yang was thoroughly puzzled, but he didn't ask why; he just nodded, "Okay."
"Let me know once you find one," Shi Yuhuan ordered coldly before hanging up.
He sat down beside the bed, looking affectionately at the sleeping Song Qinghuan and gently stroking her hair.
In his mind, he promised: Trust me, everything will be fine. I guarantee.
