About half an hour after Luo Ziling returned home, Ling Ruonan also came back.
Seeing Yang Qingyin was also there, Ling Ruonan was a bit surprised.
When Ling Ruonan's car came in, Yang Qingyin, who heard the noise, got up to greet her.
"Mrs. Ling," Yang Qingyin went forward to hold Ling Ruonan's arm, and joked, "I came to catch a dinner again, I'm really embarrassed."
"You haven't been here for a long time, I was just thinking of asking Ziling to call you over for a meal," Ling Ruonan smiled, "I didn't visit when you were sick. I was afraid of running into your dad, it would be awkward for all of us."
"It's okay, I'm recovering fast anyway!" Yang Qingyin smiled.
Actually, she was still a bit bothered.
Ling Ruonan surely knew she was sick, but didn't show any concern, Yang Qingyin definitely felt uncomfortable.
If Ling Ruonan considered her important, she would surely express concern, maybe even visit her.
