"Alright, I'll go in to see him." Luo Qingli handed the fruit to Li Mu and went inside.
Once Luo Qingli entered the room, Li Mu pulled the door shut.
Looking at Qin Lang lying on the hospital bed, Luo Qingli walked over and sat down on the chair beside the bed.
"Qin Lang, you're not really planning on staying unconscious, are you?" Luo Qingli disliked Qin Lang, but she did not want to see him stay in this deep sleep.
At this moment, she wished this was one of Qin Lang's pranks, so she didn't have to feel guilty, and she could justifiably continue disliking him.
"Qin Lang, so what if your heritage has been exposed? It's not a big deal. Your hateful parents, it's better without them. Maybe you'll find real relatives who truly care about you in the future!" Luo Qingli was not good at comforting people; she just said what came to mind.
