Standing on the steps, Qiao Jiashang let out a light sigh as he watched Chu Nanxi's car drive away.
"Why did you run off so fast? I didn't even give you the gift yet... Really, forget it!"
Despite his words, his fingers carefully slid the gift box into his pocket and as he sat in the back seat of the car, his hand remained in the pocket, fearing the gift box might get damaged.
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The next day was still a busy one for Chu Nanxi.
After rushing to school in the morning to set a time with the academic office to use the photography studio, she hurried to the hospital.
Carrying the soup the servant had simmered, she entered the ward and saw Ji Qingqiu standing beside the hospital bed, her face immediately fell stern.
"What are you doing here?"
