"Aiyo, you're right." Le Yao smiled. "He's really busy all day and night."
He Rong looked at Le Yao in disbelief. Why was this woman better at lying than her?
"But Madam He, Ah Jue and I are husband and wife. Husband and wife are one." Le Yao looked at He Rong. "I can represent him, so don't be calculative."
"How is that the same?" He Rong's voice suddenly became higher.
Le Yao was stunned. This reaction was a little big.
"I gave birth to him. Now that I'm sick, he doesn't even come to see me?" He Rong hurriedly lowered her voice. "Aiya, why is my life so bitter? Cough cough…" As she spoke, she actually started crying, accompanied by a continuous cough.
Le Yao didn't say anything. She just watched He Rong cry. In the end, she even pulled over a stool and sat down. She took an apple from the table, pulled down her mask, and ate it.
The high-class ward came with fruits and snacks.
