Leaving the airport, Lu Liang immediately headed to Yihe Women and Children in Puxin District, under the guidance of the staff, arrived at the fifth-floor ward.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
Wang Chuting stood by the window, heard the noise, turned to look at Lu Liang, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
She was dressed in a champagne-colored silk long dress, a beige cashmere shawl over her shoulders, wearing a pearl necklace, with elegant makeup, just like a noblewoman from a TV drama stepping into reality.
"You said you were leaving the hospital, so I definitely had to rush back no matter what."
Lu Liang smiled as he stepped forward, holding Wang Chuting's waist.
Her body and spirit had recovered well, her face was radiant and full, her waist only slightly wider than before. Apart from a gradually rich mature woman's charm, she didn't look like she had just had a baby at all.
"You, always saying sweet words."
