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Yang Shulan saw it all, feeling relieved once again.
When these two came last time, they acted harmoniously but remained emotionally distant, displaying a bit of awkwardness.
But this time, it was quite apparent that they had adjusted to each other.
She truly wished for Mai Xiaomai to be happy.
However, why was she wearing a woolen hat on her head?
Despite her normally lively step, why was she sitting in a wheelchair now, and why did she appear so pale, like someone who had been sick for a long time?
All of this worried her.
But since Qiao Chutian had asked her not to inquire, all she could do was to refrain from asking and wait for an opportunity to call him later.
The pair stayed at the welfare home for a while before the nurse who accompanied them urged them to return to the hospital for a check-up.
Back at the hospital, after alighting from the car, Qiao Chutian bent down and picked up Mai Xiaomai.
