Jiao Yang turned around and walked toward the door, while Leng Zimo reached out his hand to touch Luo Xiaoqian's head, which was still somewhat confused about the situation.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon!"
Watching the two men walk out one after the other, Luo Xiaoqian could only lean back against the pillow, powerless.
How unlucky could she be to have attracted two such exceptional men at once?!
…
…
Outside the ward.
Jiao Yang walked straight to the end of the hallway into the lounge, sat down on the sofa, and Leng Zimo followed him in, sitting opposite.
"What do you want to talk about?"
With his hands resting on the back of the sofa, Leng Zimo sat upright, his tone surprisingly calm.
In fact, Luo Xiaoqian still didn't quite understand him.
