"Thank you," the beautiful young mother accepted.
"Ms. Qi," Miss Youzai lowered her voice, avoiding the nursing workers tidying the room, "the words I spoke in the consultation room were all directed by Mr. Gu."
The beautiful young mother smiled faintly.
Miss Youzai continued, "This is also what Mr. Gu asked me to tell you."
The beautiful young mother nodded, "I know your intentions; it's mainly for therapy. I won't blame you guys."
Miss Youzai smiled slightly, bowed slightly, and left the room.
Qi Xiaoqing unscrewed the cap and took a sip of mineral water.
At this time, in room 103, Li Xiaoye's new room.
"'I feel very uncomfortable, just like I've just picked a poor man's pocket.'" Gu Ran read a beautiful text, this is from Raymond Chandler.
Chen Ke gently waved her hands, as if conducting an orchestra.
Dancing along with her was Li Xiaoye's imagination.
