After Hu Jingguo left the chamber, Sheng Li brought Ying Lili to the bed. "So, Hushu did friendship with him and did not even tell me," Ying Lili huffed and pouted. Sheng Li passed a faint smile to her.
"Hmm."
"That's why you said you cannot get angry at him because he is your friend now," Ying Lili moved her feet up on the bed. She picked the bowl of strawberries and placed it on the bedside table while Sheng Li was putting the medicine on another table. He was tense about his father's health. If Jingguo could not find any cure, then there was no way he could save his father. He had to watch his father slowly die in front of him.
