When Ye Mo came to the house, he found a 30-or-so-year-old woman still sitting in front of Ning Qingxue’s bed, and looking quite similar to her. It was probably Ning Qingxue’s mother. However, she looked really young, and if Ning Qingxue’s incident didn’t occur, she would perhaps look even younger.
With Ning Qingxue’s mother here, Ye Mo didn’t know whether or not he should go in now.
Just when Ye Mo was hesitating, the woman beside the bed spoke, “Qingxue, you should let go of that case and sleep.”
“Mom, you can go to sleep, I want to have some quiet time to myself…” although her voice was really soft, Ye Mo could still hear it with his spirit sense.
The woman near the bed sighed and spoke after a while, “The nurse and I will be outside, if there’s anything that you need, just ring the bell. If you’re in pain, tell mom, and I’ll get the nurse to come in and give you some anesthetics.”
