The hospital room was located at the farthest end of the floor, secluded and open.
Lin Qian, standing outside the door, unintentionally overheard the conversation between father and son; most of it at least.
As their voices stopped, she saw the door open. Her heart was full of gentleness when Li Zhicheng looked up as he walked out. But at the same time, it was as though there was a pebble rolling amongst the gentleness of her heart, making her feel uncomfortable.
It was because of the two things Xu Yong had said.
"Must you marry Lin Qian?" and "From my point of view, I think that you two are not suitable."
Li Zhicheng calmly looked at her.
