"I miss Dad. I can't even go in to keep you company." In truth, she hadn't slept all night.
She just couldn't sleep, for some reason.
"Dad, how are you feeling?"
Song Chuanqi had been confined to his bed for several days. What could he feel lying on a sickbed? But he just smiled, "I'm fine. I could go back to the villa in a couple of days. By then, I'd love to eat the porridge fed by my daughter."
"Sure Dad, I will feed you whatever you want to eat."
Separated by a glass window, Ye Xingguang chattered on the phone for nearly half an hour like a joyful squirrel. She was concerned about exhausting her father, so she finally ended the call. Alone, she sat on a bench outside the special ward, unsure of what news to read.
Despite being suspended from work, she still maintained her habit of watching the news and keeping up with current affairs every morning.
