"Strange, what's wrong with this?"
Bai Jue muttered, he didn't think much, drove away.
...
On New Year's Eve, every household was busy with reunions.
The hospital was very quiet.
The bathroom door swung open, and a man's long legs stepped out.
The man's slim figure was accentuated by his black casual attire, his semi-dry black hair was a little messy, revealing an alluring laziness.
He glanced up, his gaze fixed on the woman in the hospital bed.
In that moment, the women looked back.
Their eyes met, and a sense of warmth flowed in the air.
"Xiaojing, come over here."
Jian Qing was holding a tablet in one hand and waving at Quan Jingwu with the other.
"Don't move."
Quan Jingwu walked over in big strides, took her hand, and whispered.
He looked down and realized she was video chatting with Rhee and a few others.
He took the tablet, his voice calm, "Good baby, it's time to rest. We will chat tomorrow."
"Jingwu, you little-"
