"Then take your time, Ahan, you take good care of Xiaojiu," the elder Mrs. Jiang instructed with worry.
Li Mochan nodded, and Ye Jiuliang followed suit, standing up as both left together.
Fearing being urged to marry again, Jiang Yisheng hurriedly followed them out, "I'm full too, I'll go with you."
Watching his rushed figure, Veya muttered, "He's full without having eaten a bite, that child."
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"I want to make a phone call, don't you have ears? Lend me a cellphone, are all of you deaf?"
In the hospital room, the hoarse voice continued endlessly, inducing an inexplicable irritation in those listening.
Ye Jiuliang had informed the doctors here, so despite Mo Lingling's incessant ranting, no one paid her any heed.
The lights in the hospital room were on, creating a stark contrast with the dark night sky outside.
After having finally gotten rid of the plaster, she wasn't confined to bed rest anymore, yet just as the old injuries healed, new ones had been added.
