After Xie Changcheng parked his car across the street, he turned around and saw Yao Ziye standing by his own car as if waiting for him. He had a thermos in his hand, clearly on a visit to the hospital.
"Director Yao." Anticipating what Ziye wanted to ask, Xie Changcheng didn't evade, and directly approached him, saying, "Are you also here for a visit to the patient?"
"No," Yao Ziye replied.
"Since you're not, then you must not know that Hanxiao's mother is hospitalized here," said Xie Changcheng.
With long, beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, he didn't deny it: "I didn't know. Is she on medical parole?"
"Previously, she came here for an emergency visit, so when she fell ill again, she was brought back here. The doctor said to stay for a few days for observation. Luckily, it's not very serious." As he spoke, Xie Changcheng's inherent dimples deepened a little. He smiled at Ziye and said, "Now that you know, don't you want to visit Auntie?"
