Ling Li looked up with suspicion, "You are…?"
Qin Yunyun pinched her own palm, calming herself down, and revealed a sweet smile, "I'm Anran's friend. I just brought her some food and came by to check on you, thank you for saving Anran."
***
The next day, Yu Lingqian indeed woke up just as Shen Muchen had said.
He glanced at the few people standing by his bed, his expression terribly grim.
Shen Muchen, who was closest to him, immediately smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum upon seeing him awake, "Boss, you're awake? You scared me to death. Do you still feel pain anywhere?"
Yu Lingqian frowned, expressionless.
The effects of the anesthesia had worn off; how could he not feel pain?
It was simply asking a stupid question.
Xue Murong, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up and gently coughed. Ye Zhuoming, Lu Feng, and the others immediately made room by the bed closest to Yu Lingqian.
"Lingqian, feeling better?"
Yu Lingqian spoke indifferently, "Won't die."
