Comparing the Xie Qishan in her memory with the man on the hospital bed, Qian Sisi's heart involuntarily tightened.
"Why are you here—" Suddenly, a sharp rebuke came from the doorway of the hospital room, startling not only Qian Sisi, who covered her heart and turned around, but also the hospital director, Ye Manrong, and the chief who were all standing in front of the bed, making them all turn their heads.
Ye Manrong, upon seeing Qian Sisi, paused, then turned her eyes to Xie Zhiyao standing at the door, her expression shifting from joy to worry, as she swiftly walked over, "Yaoyao, you're here..."
Ye Manrong tried to take Xie Zhiyao's hand but was coldly pushed away by her. She looked up curiously, only to realize that Xie Zhiyao was biting her teeth, staring at Qian Sisi, who stood innocently in the room with a gaze as cold as a blade, which also left Ye Manrong stunned!
"Why are you here—" Xie Zhiyao repeated, her icy gaze seemingly trying to bore holes into Qian Sisi's face.
