Calm yet profound.
The coldness in her eyes was like a deep well that one couldn't see the bottom of.
For a moment, she stretched out her hand and took the car keys from Song Sishen's pocket and said, "Say whatever you need to say to Grandfather, I'm not coming back tonight."
"If you're not coming back, where will you go?" Song Sishen's inquiring tone was slightly anxious.
Jiang Muwan did not respond to Song Sishen's words.
She reached out to adjust her coat, preparing to leave.
Just as she was about to reach the elevator, Mrs. He, who had been standing on the corridor side, stepped forward, intending to catch up.
Besides, the door to the ward was pulled open.
What met her eyes was He Ximeng, leaning on a cane.
Upon hearing the noise, Jiang Muwan paused in her steps, turned her eyes to look, and her gaze directly passed over Mrs. He to rest on He Ximeng standing at the door of the ward.
