Qin Jianxi responded and walked over to open the door.
Looking at the person outside the door, she called out, "Mom."
Mrs. Fu looked up and saw that her hair was still wet. She asked, "Why didn't you blow-dry your hair?"
"It's okay. It'll dry up soon." Qin Jianxi was afraid that she would nag, so she quickly changed the topic. "Mom, I'm hungry."
When Mrs. Fu heard her say that she was hungry, her attention was immediately diverted.
"Hurry up and come down. The dishes prepared by the kitchen are all your favorite. Don't run around at home later. I'm going to the hospital."
She still needed her husband, so she had to rush to the hospital.
She was also going to bring some food to Old Ji.
Qin Jianxi nodded. "Okay."
