Zhao Mengmeng's refusal was within Lin Miaoyu's expectations.
Perhaps they were alike, harboring misgivings toward each other and not daring to let their guard down.
As if only just noticing the hospital gown that Zhao Mengmeng was wearing, Lin Miaoyu asked with concern, "Mengmeng, why are you also wearing a hospital gown? Are you staying here as well? Are you sick?"
"It's a minor issue," Zhao Mengmeng answered casually.
"Take good care of your health."
"Thank you for your concern, Auntie…" Zhao Mengmeng chuckled, but her eyes were devoid of any mirth.
If she had actually managed to laugh heartily in front of Pei Chenyang and Lin Miaoyu, that would have been truly odd.
"If there's nothing else, I should get going. Weiyi, take care of yourself." Having said that, Zhao Mengmeng headed for the door without looking back.
Lin Miaoyu instinctively glanced at Pei Chenyang sitting on the small sofa, his head bowed as he played with his phone, seemingly unaware of their conversation.
