An Yibei paused for a brief moment.
Song Huan?
Interesting…
It was as if someone had just pointed him in the right direction and a curtain of fog had been lifted. When all the dots were connected, everything felt like a joke.
An Yibei took out his wallet, his face revealing nothing. He then handed the woman all his cash.
The woman was delighted. It wasn't much, but was good enough for a single name!
She took it right away, thanked him repeatedly, and left.
An Yibei rubbed his temples, then hurried to the hospital.
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When he got there, Papa An had already woken up. An Xiaxia sat by his bed, crying like a little girl.
"There, there. I'm alright, aren't I? Don't cry… Aren't you a little too old to be a crying baby…" Papa An consoled her in a mild tone. An Xiaxia wiped her tears and said stubbornly, "I'm not crying… These aren't tears! It's my sweat!"
