The father at the door also spoke up in a timely manner, delivering his verdict, "Regardless, Rong Cui has not yet awoken, and we can't come to a conclusion right now. Jingxue, try not to be too agitated, come downstairs with me first."
"There's no need to go downstairs," a calm and indifferent male voice came from behind the crowd, "I'm right here."
Qiao Jingxue, upon hearing that voice, turned towards the door as if she had seen a ghost.
This was unmistakably Zhou Siheng's voice!
Due to her angle, she was hindered in her view and could only see the hem of Zhou Siheng's clothes, very blurry.
She had no idea what the situation outside was truly like.
But Qiao's father and mother were different; they followed the voice and looked over.
Both of their expressions changed remarkably upon seeing Zhou Siheng, becoming indescribably lively.
Zhou Jingwei stood aloof at the far end, watching the good show unfolding before his eyes.
