After quickly washing up in the bathroom, she was about to look for Shen Zeheng to handle the discharge procedure, but the door was pushed open from the outside.
Looking up, she saw Lu Moqing still wearing the clothes sent to the hospital by the servant yesterday. It was apparent that he really hadn't left and had slept here for a night?
Her gaze moved imperceptibly to the folding chair by the bed, which could barely accommodate her height, and her heart filled with complex emotions.
It was hard to imagine what it felt like to squeeze onto that chair for a whole night with his tall and broad frame.
What was Lu Moqing trying to achieve by doing this?
But Lu Moqing didn't notice the complexity in Qiao Xu's eyes. Seeing her awake, he walked up to her, "You're up so early. Don't you want to sleep a little more?"
His deliberately gentle voice made Qiao Xu frown inadvertently. Feeling his approaching presence, she felt somewhat uneasy.
