Huo Jinnan stood to one side, forcefully snuffing out the cigarette in his hand.
Qin Moting thought of the little guy's words, turned a blind eye, and chatted with Che Huan as if basking in the warm spring breeze.
After a while, Huo Jinnan looked up at his wristwatch and his gaze fell on Che Huan, "It's getting late. Uncle Lu should be bringing over lunch."
Che Huan stood up, ready to leave, when Qin Moting gently pressed his temple, "President Huo, look at me, all alone with no one to bring me lunch, could I go over there and mooch a meal?"
Huo Jinnan casually tossed the cigarette butt in the trash can, "Huanhuan, you go on ahead, I'll take President Qin over."
Che Huan glanced at Qin Moting. Although there was a significant age difference, he was a grown man and it was unclear where he'd been injured, possibly in a rather inconvenient place, so she uttered a "Hmm" and left the ward.
