Facing the threat from the female nurse, Qin Sen adopted an unconcerned demeanor, not even bothering to glance her way.
He stood vigil at the door, not moving an inch.
Wei Hang didn't dare confront Yu Chiyin directly, and of course, he didn't dare to tangle with Qin Sen. He simply shot a look at the nurse, signaling her to make a phone call.
Upon receiving Wei Hang's command, the nurse took her phone and walked to the other side to make the call.
"How did he come over?"
In the sickroom, Yu Chiyin was holding a fruit knife in his fingers, with an apple in the other hand, peeling it.
The Lady of the Yu Family leaned back on her elevated hospital bed, which was tilted to a comfortable angle, with the drip of the IV fluids pattering steadily.
"Wei Hang has been coming over these past few days. Whenever he comes, he stays here for a while. I'm not in good spirits and don't have the energy to entertain him."
