"Have you had a great time with Yian Song these six days?"
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During their occasional weekend shopping trips this half month,
Mo Shiche's eyes grew cold, a nameless jealousy surging in his heart,
With a small lamp on in the room, he asked using the dim light as a guide, "It's time now, can I go see grandma now?" Mo Shiche, whose face had softened because of romantic matters, suddenly turned cold again, his high nose pressing against hers as he narrowed his eyes, "The time has indeed come, grandma will be worried if she wakes up. You promised me, can we go now?"
The darkness in Mo Shiche's eyes dissipated briefly, but he quickly agreed, "Yeah, okay."
In the adjacent ward, Senior Madame Mo had indeed awakened; the moment she heard movement, she became excited, "Is that you, Che'er?"
"Yes, grandma."
Luo Qiangwei guided Mo Shiche to sit on the edge of the hospital bed.
