Sister?
Zhou Rong couldn't help but look up at the second floor, where unmistakable sounds of gaming were coming from, "Isn't your sister playing games at home? Are you talking about... Xiao Li? What's wrong with her?"
After all, she had genuinely loved her daughter for eighteen years, and the moment Zhou Rong heard she was hospitalized, her heart immediately tightened.
"It seems she fell into the river, her whole body was soaked, and she kept shivering from the cold," Chu Canyang said, growing increasingly dissatisfied with Feng Huaijin.
Isn't Seventh Master Feng supposed to be so impressive? He can't even protect his sister, and in his eyes, he's completely useless, not as good as him.
Zhou Rong, hearing this, let out a sigh of relief and said, "As long as there's nothing major. It's just that we have a wild pheasant stew at home, it's almost done, and I'll take it to the hospital to warm her up."
Not having seen Su Li for a whole semester, Zhou Rong really missed her.
