The hospital room was quite large, with over a hundred square meters in size, so it didn't feel very cramped when Rong Ying came in pushing a wheelchair at this moment.
"How are you feeling? Have you remembered anyone yet?"
Qiaoxu was suspicious of Rong Ying, so she observed her discreetly from a position where Rong Ying could not see her, trying to find something unusual in her facial expression.
But all along, the Rong Ying she saw was a picture of a mother who was caring and attentive to Lu Moqing.
Either she was being too suspicious, or Rong Ying's acting skills were too good, so good that no flaws could be seen.
Lu Moqing looked at Rong Ying, comparing her to the strange and indifferent yet deeply memorable feelings he had towards Su Rou, he felt genuinely close and respectful to this Aunt Rong.
Seeing Rong Ying ask like this, he shook his head, sighed, and honestly said, "No."
