Even now, he still felt a lingering fear; hence, understandably, his gratitude towards Mu Lin was even more profound.
Upon hearing Hong Mingsheng's words, Hong Boyuan, who had been wincing and clutching his head, instinctively looked at Mingsheng, "What happened to Grandpa?" The doctor previously said to consider surgery within two months, wouldn't there be any problem?
"Nothing much right now." Ling Li gave him a cold glance, Mingsheng huffed, "I'll deal with you later."
Approaching Boyuan, Hong Mingjiao sighed: "If it hadn't been for us running into Dr. Mu Lin by good luck yesterday, Boyuan, you might not have been able to see your grandpa today." This kid, already in his twenties, should learn to grow up and stop causing them worry endlessly.
"Mu Lin." Boyuan murmured unconsciously and turned to look at Mu Lin, her beautiful face still brimming with a gentle smile.
