In the corridor, the sound of conversation drifted through.
In a daze, she faintly heard someone calling for Mu Shaoxi.
Mu Shaoxi?
Qiao An opened her heavy eyelids, rubbing her bleary eyes, and sat up, "Who's outside?"
The caretaker supported her carefully, "Mu Shaoxi, there's a visitor to see you."
A visitor, who?
Outside the door, Mu Jingxi steadfastly refused to let Ye Han and Lai Qinghuan enter the patient's room.
Lai Qinghuan didn't insist, her attractive red lips curving upward, "Since that's the case, we'd better not disturb you."
She turned her head to look at Ye Han beside her, "Han Chen, let's go."
"Mm."
Just as they were about to turn and leave, the door to the patient's room opened.
The caretaker said to Mu Jingxi, "Mu Shaoxi, Miss Qiao is awake."
Miss Qiao?
A dark glint swiftly passed through the depths of Lai Qinghuan's eyes, quickly disappearing.
So, it was a woman after all.
