"Wen Mian, are you busy?"
At the entrance to the ward.
Shang Meijuan cautiously knocked on Wen Mian's door, then pressed her ear against it, waiting for a response from inside.
Wen Mian cleared her throat, seemingly eating something, and said brusquely, "Come in."
The door to the ward opened.
Shang Meijuan burst in with a somewhat inscrutable meaning.
"What's up?"
After all, the two of them were still colleagues.
No matter how much Shang Meijuan's mother created a fuss, it didn't have much to do with Shang Meijuan herself.
Moreover, since she hadn't often made things difficult for Wen Mian, there was no need for Wen Mian to have a conflict with Shang Meijuan.
"Is there something you want to talk to me about?"
Looking at Shang Meijuan's demeanor, Wen Mian was suddenly somewhat surprised.
Shang Meijuan, however, took two steps forward and moved heavily to the woman's side.
Their gazes met, and Shang Meijuan read the emotion in them.
