"Thank you for doing this, Su Rou. You're so kind, unlike that despicable Qiao Xu."
Mentioning Qiao Xu, Lu Xintong's face was full of disgust and contempt.
Su Rou lowered her eyes, the corner of her lips curling up in a calculating manner.
"You should go back first since you've been out for so long. Little Bao will cry again soon."
Su Rou appeared to be thoughtful, wishing for Lu Xintong to leave the ward immediately.
Lu Xintong didn't think much of it and nodded: "Right, I should hurry back. I'll leave my brother in your care."
"Don't worry, I will take good care of Mo Qing."
After Lu Xintong left, Su Rou sat beside Lu Moqing, grabbing his hand that was resting on the quilt and holding it tightly. Her eyes revealed a hint of infatuation and greediness.
This was the first time she had been so close to Lu Moqing. His handsome features were like a work of art carefully sculpted by God himself, with every line perfect enough to leave no flaws to be found.
