Chiang Xiao had nothing to say.
After the hospital admission procedures were completed, Meng Chaojun was also arranged into a private ward.
Old Meng personally carried the few bottles of potion over, unaware of anything else, but knowing these few bottles of potion were very precious, not a single one would be lost.
As Meng Chaojun lay down on the hospital bed again, he felt his spirits lifted a lot.
"Little, you mentioned earlier that you needed my help with something? Just tell me."
Old Meng remembered this.
He couldn't help but worry, not about anything else, but wondering what thing Chiang Xiao couldn't handle now and needed to ask him?
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to help her, letting her down.
