"Yes, I'm going." She nibbled on the meat bun and nodded, her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel.
"Dr. Qiao said Xiaohuai is only temporarily out of danger, he still has a low count of immune cells, and severe reactions could happen at any time."
"I have to keep a close eye on him."
Fu Yanhe nodded faintly, sipping his milk, "Let Wu Fang drive you there later."
Shen Yanhe drank her soy milk and nodded, sneaking a glance at him.
Fu Yanhe's mood seemed to have completely settled.
Last night, as they held each other to sleep, he did not ask her whether she had decided on what to do about the child.
It was as if he had completely entrusted the decision to her.
Fu Yanhe's phone, lying on the table, suddenly vibrated. He glanced at it indifferently and reached out to reject the call.
The two of them finished breakfast, each lost in thought. Fu Yanhe went to his company, and Wu Fang drove Shen Yanhe to the hospital, staying by her side to protect her.
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