Jing Yiren looked at her pale face in the mirror, like a ghost. Would she scare people walking out like this?
Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she began to speak to Lu Ming, who was next to her peeling an apple.
"Uncle! I remember you have my makeup bag in your car, could you bring it to me? Look at me, I look like a ghost."
Lu Ming chuckled, glancing at Jing Yiren.
"No rush! I'll get it for you after I finish peeling this apple. Where do you look like a ghost! Have you ever seen such a beautiful ghost?!"
With that, Lu Ming peeled the apple faster.
"..."
After he finished peeling the apple, Lu Ming cut it into slices and handed them to Jing Yiren. Then, he stood up and went to his car parked downstairs to get Jing Yiren's makeup bag.
At the parking lot outside the ward.
Lu Ming leaned over the backseat of the car. When he found the makeup bag with his long arm, he closed the car door and directly took the makeup bag upstairs to Jing Yiren.
