Nan Zhifeng had no choice but to follow him back to the room.
Once inside, Ye Zhantian ripped off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and sat down on the sofa, pouring himself a glass of whisky, ready to drink.
Nan Zhifeng took the glass from him and handed him a cup of warm water, "You've been up all night; better not to drink alcohol. Have some water instead."
"How do you know I stayed up?" Ye Zhantian looked up at her.
"Arriving at the hospital so early, you must have taken the red-eye flight, and there are bloodshot lines in your eyes."
Nan Zhifeng offered a faint smile.
Ye Zhantian didn't say anything more and downed the cup of water in one gulp.
After a moment, he looked up at her again, "Have your parents left?"
"Yes," Nan Zhifeng sat down on the sofa, "I had them go back last night."
"That urgent? Aren't they worried about their grandchild?"
Ye Zhantian gazed deeply into her eyes.
