The next morning, the television in the living room was turned up so loud that no one could continue sleeping.
Song Yan's recovery had progressed extremely well. In the corridor, he sat in a wheelchair full of vigor as he played noisy songs over a loudspeaker. He came to a stop in front of Jin Yang and Qiu Tong's bedroom.
It was only when Qiu Tong walked out rubbing her sleepy eyes that Song Yan smiled wickedly. "I'm hungry."
Qiu Tong stared at him helplessly as she slammed the door behind her and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Song Yan sat smugly in the living room. He was feeling bored as he switched between television channels and glanced at Qiu Tong from time to time.
Qiu Rong returned from his morning jog and saw Song Yan slumped on the sofa. He stared at him with a scrutinizing expression.
