Upon hearing the words "depression," all the objections Mrs. Pei originally had were stuffed back down her throat.
"In that case... let's bring her home. The more people around, the better care she'll receive."
Pei Yibai glanced at his mother from the corner of his eye and shook his head lightly, "I don't plan to take her back to the old mansion, but to my apartment instead."
Thinking so, he couldn't help finding it amusing.
If it were a matter of taking Song Weiyi back to the old mansion, she would probably prefer to stay hospitalized rather than have a dozen people hovering around her all day long, scaring her half to death.
Mrs. Pei looked at her son in astonishment, a look of disagreement on her face. "But you have work; you can't be watching Song Weiyi all the time. How can this work?"
"Mom, if that many people are around her day in and day out, I bet she'd feel even worse. Trust me."
After sending Mrs. Pei off, Pei Yibai made his way back to the hospital room.
